Lavender rocks, painted twigs, iridescent wings of a blue butterfly, scarlet poppies and little trickles of dew kissing their delicate petals, drops of rain that tap against my windowpane like the tiny fingers of a dwarf, gushing waters, books of all sorts, swan feathers................
These are the things I have always loved.

Let the rocks share their color with the flowers in the cornfield.
Let the twigs gather themselves into an arch, bridging the gap between the worthy and unworthy; mending the broken and healing the pain.
Let the wings of a butterfly be the wings of pursuit and freedom......
Fly my butterfly! Fly!

Let the scarlet poppies be the eyes of nature and the hearts of people. Listen......listen to their gentle whispers, listen to their songs of joy.
Let the rain, like a simple instrument, shower the cold nights with music, from the first reverberating peal to the final note that slowly dies away as another drop of ice-cold rain falls gracefully on my windowpane and begins its waltz among the others.
 Let the waves of righteousness flow into the souls of the malevolent; let the rivers of compassion flow into the vessels of the heartless and cruel.
Flow my waters! Flow!

Let the books, like a wizard's magic casements, open their doors for people like me, through which I look out to other worlds.....some enchanting, some perilous, some beautiful, some wicked; worlds of  stirring fantasies and epic adventure, worlds of prose and poetry.
Let the swan feathers taste the glass lakes and weave through the mortals' selfish reflections - they could see no one but themselves.
Weave my feathers! Weave!

Let these wonders guide us through the journey we all have to embark on - the journey of life.
Let the heavy garment of mist be torn apart.
Let the beauty of our world be revealed; let the warmth of the human heart be liberated; let the love we once had for others be freed from the leaden caskets and cages......

These are the things I have always loved, and I hope you would love them too!