A crisp wind ruffles my hair,  Strips me of color, leaving me bare.   Oh how the times twist and turn, Bringing me down, making me burn.   Reds, yellows, and oranges sing, Though...

The one who taught me to always say please told me to see the whole wood, and not just the trees. I watch him wake at dawn while the sun has just started to breathe, the oak he becomes with...