Doodles

Flights of Fancy
Flying High
Soaring on an angel's wing
Into a world of magic
Catching a Star
Touching the Shimmery light
Flying to the highest heights
Or the Furthest reaches of darkness





Survive
How can we survive
When the only danger
Is our Lives
And the only escape
Is Death




Green man
Step softly, my sweet
You ne'er may know when
A green man
You may meet




Moonlight
Nothing was e'er as bright
As a soft, sweet summer's night
With elfin hoods
In fairy broods
Singing laughter on a breeze
Sifting through the moonlit trees