Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(__ Dream of Fear_)

I don't believe in a fate that will fall on us no matter what we do. I do believe in a fate that will fall on us if we do nothing.

We fought a war on poverty, and poverty won

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.

Only the trees, only the trees. Like a key they see beyond the mystery, waiting patiently ever holding me while I hold the sky.