There Is Only One Way To Get

Flowers Rejoice When Night Is Done, Lift Their Heads To Greet The Sun; Sweetest Looks And Odours Raise, In A Silent Hymn Of Praise.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.

Death Comes In Its Own Time, In Its Own Way.death Is As Unique As The Individual Experiencing It.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.