by Neruda Love Song » Thu Mar 01, 2012 10:10 am
Alexander walked past large hallways until he came to one in particular. "Last door. Every room is yours. There is a art room, a bath room, sun room, snack room, and entertainment room." He pointed to another long hallway. "That hall is mine, if you ever need anything. Grey will come in everyday to stock food. I will stock art supplies. Every plant will be water by Ath at noon. You are expected to clean up after yourself. Understand?"
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.