“Rivers of Change Flowing through the Valley of Comfort bringing an inescapable Channel to Grow. The feeling of Nothingness transforms to something more sublime as Love becomes a Thing to Share as Rain, instead of Holding It back like an Arrow, only to be aimed at the Most Remembered of Entities, finally to Let go hoping it would land. Refugees riding Rowboats finding a new home amidst these Valleys, looking at Flowers blooming at Banks that touch both the Blues of this World. Overlooking the Mountains guarding Beauty of the Land in Shadows that provide, the prettiest of Sunshine only sprinkled throughout. The Smooth Breeze smelling like the openness of Forest Trees spreading across as far as eyes can see, the colors of apples trickling between the Green, inviting Birds upon their Branches to make home in this Serenity. The Drifters that came, from the other side of the Mountain, know the Love for this pretty landscape, for only they know the emotions when this beauty escapes.”