Hmmm... Its not easy to type with a band-aid on my finger... I cutted myself (by accident).

Below is a poem I started awhile ago, I decided to put it in the journal instead of making it a deviation because the text boxes don't look as cool as the picture boxes. (anybody understand that..?) hehe...

Okay well here's the poem, I don't think its finished...

Soak in the blue sky
Calling comes
Yesteryear's dancing the memory of Summer,
The lush hungry green -
Wild pride of your Mother's rose garden
The dewy tears of God awash on the virgin petals,
Winged messengers of the droning
Afternoon heat -
Dragonfly somnolence and time's own ephemeral gift
Breathe in the green grass...