To Be Alive──is Power.

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.

Surgeons Must Be Very Careful When They Take The Knife! Underneath Their Fine Incisions Stirs The Culprit-life!

The Poet Lights The Light And Fades Away. But The Light Goes On And On.

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.

Angels In The Early Morning May Be Seen The Dews Among. Stooping, Plucking, Smiling, Flying. Do The Buds To Them Belong?