I seldom take the time to see my art
But when I do my mind can find my heart
The life within is beyond character
Softly, swaying breeze
Warm colors yet chilliness
An October day.
The harm of evil is intended hurt
Each makes a life according to their light
Design a world beyond brutality
Harm disheartens all who feel its hardness
To harm is to deny your very being
The evil done by those who see it not
We make divisions at the cost of seeing
To be a whole one must embrace the all
