True Love, a Wonderland'

A quaint, snowy, mystifying creek runs down through to the very depths of the heart of my soul . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As the autumn trees sway their radiant colors of true velocity . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Radiating with energy, vibration, that grasp your knowing . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . Not everything is in your knowing, I’m shoveling the snow. . . . . . . . . . . Deeper and deeper, it’s heavy and thick, but soothing to my soul storm . . . . . . . . . . . As I reach the ground, I am grounded . . . . . . . . . . . I am the ground . . . . . . . . A piece to the whole.