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Golden Raintree, Sunrise
Underneath the the Golden Raintree, the old man made his bed.
Where once weeds and thorns grew, beauteous flowers live instead.
In a candid scene, daffodils dance to the music the birds provide.
A trail of earth crowded by stones serves as my guide.
I search for the spirits that kiss through the dark wood.
To see, to hear, to touch, if only I could.
-- from "Golden Raintree" by Allison Jae, 2009
None of my photos may be reproduced and/or used in any form of publication, print or the internet without my written permission. Please contact me if you would like to use one of my images.
Best viewed someone you love and a steamy mug of Kona coffee.
Golden Raintree, Sunrise
Underneath the the Golden Raintree, the old man made his bed.
Where once weeds and thorns grew, beauteous flowers live instead.
In a candid scene, daffodils dance to the music the birds provide.
A trail of earth crowded by stones serves as my guide.
I search for the spirits that kiss through the dark wood.
To see, to hear, to touch, if only I could.
-- from "Golden Raintree" by Allison Jae, 2009
None of my photos may be reproduced and/or used in any form of publication, print or the internet without my written permission. Please contact me if you would like to use one of my images.
Best viewed someone you love and a steamy mug of Kona coffee.