To blow on the thistles,
And scatter the spores to the dusty winds,
Where the thistle loses its identity.
Growing bare,
...
In the Coral Gardens
With all their grandeur,
I can see what dazzles me.
The star fish
...
As the harp vibrates to the wind,
So does life vibrate in mans soul,
When he awakens and becomes a
Mystical testimony for all to see.
...
To see a rainbow, and walk
On it to touch a sunbeam,
To see the clouds in the sky,
And picture dolphins playing
...