Before the first flake falls
the dried wild  flower
shares a flurry of beauty.


More beauty than the eye can hold,
enough to lift the soul.


Nature knows no limits in the beauty she bestows.
Be a steward of splendor cherish don’t trample.

Sunshine Girls

Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?

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