A poem that I have written had been published by Spillwords Press. Thank you for publishing my work!
The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven, Nature was not still and neither was he. He was just a little boy, by the window, Listening to the spirits of the trees.
The tales of the forest Whispered unwritten wisdom, About the first men and women that emerged from the caves To fan the flames of civilization, About a wanderers realm Where even broken-winged birds can fly….. About acorns that sprouted into flowers, About a little orphan child that asked a tall tree To lift up his paper gold wishes Up to the sky, to his parents.