by Neruda Love Song » Sun Mar 04, 2012 2:18 am
"They will." Alexander said.
"Ath must take care of his plants every morning. Wolf doesn't leave his room until Grey orders him too. And Grey is probably planning lunch, dinner, and my favorite--desert."
He shrugged. "As long as you are here my job is to make sure you don't walk in poles or trip or--god forbid--get caught in one of Wolf's traps. Usually, my job is making sure everything is fixed and clean. During afternoons I usually take a walk in the woods, where, I must say, the view is amazing. That or do something artistic. That is how I get my money."
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.