Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

When Life Does Not Find A Singer To Sing Her Heart She Produces A Philosopher To Speak Her Mind.

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

The Wolves Prey Upon The Lambs In The Darkness Of The Night, But The Blood Stains Remain Upon The Stones In The Valley Until The Dawn Comes, And The Sun Reveals The Crime To All.