Ive always wanted to write but the constant question was always who would by a book about poetry these days. Its not the most popular form of reading anymore but maybe if I put it across differently I may get a response. Having nothing to loose, I started here, hoping to touch someones heart. Maybe these words could let people see the world as I do an amazing place of beauty in the tiniest of things. Trees, a river system, a single cloud, lightning dancing ahead of the rain and the thunder singing however far away.So here is some of how I hope to touch your heart and senses.I started with questions, which repeatedly evoked my thoughts of the meanings of our presents, our purpose. The greater reasoning as to why we are here surely to just exist was pointless.I had gone to the mountains on holiday one year and while sat out one evening I began to write and here are the words of that moment.
