"the tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see nature at all. but to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. William Blake...in his 1799's "the letters"

this is a wacky wood sprite's blazing treasure
magic that no sour scientist can ever measure

i jump even higher in awesome fall weather
each leafy pal tickles me like a silly ole feather

simply strange that no other human hikes here
out of the corner of my eye i see a dancing deer

time to sing a scary song with halloween shivers
shake your boooo booty to quiver all cranky livers

"17" ahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos :):):)

dream~~~dare~~~dive!!! :):):)