don't be a coconut, God is trying to talk to you.

Having recently become interested in the concept of blogging, she found that the blogging world was one to be treasured. A place where your thoughts / musings/ ramblings would be indelibly (hopefully) pasted on a canvas of story and rhyme. A poem to start the day:

Like a withering flower,
Not to be heard, not to be seen
Swept up by the invisible hands of the wind
She floats on by
Like a speck of dust in an intergalatic realm.