Poem

I would rather stay in the forestand live among the dandelion fairieswho travel through the air,the wind that blows. The whispers of mystical creaturespassing between tall bamboo groovesfiltering the wind, creating gentle tunesthat ring in my ears. Reindeers and wolves, owls and foxes,crickets and frogs, fishes and dragonflies. I lie down, while tall reeds surround

My fingers long to compose those intrinsic words — words that make me come alive, words that raise my imaginations to life since life began through Imagination and was created through Words. Words and Imagination are interconnected, like a baby is to its mother through the umbilical cord, as words are to imagination. Words are