I love to write and write I will,
About all things that make me feel,
And touch my heart to the core,
Pierce my soul to seek for more...
The brown leaves of a dying tree,
Or a bird that is meant to be free,
Those that make a line or two,
Those that make me happy or blue...
And when the wind whispers in my ear,
I listen closely glad to hear,
Of mighty lives and stories past,
Though time has left they're meant to last...
And here I am armed with my pen,
If I should stop I don't know when,
All I know and this I would cite,
Above all things I love to write...
-WINNA
