Day dreams and sweet temptations. Crazy ideas and rampant imaginations. Lost in a world of madness beyond ken. While trying to master the art of living Zen. Winter chills linger, yet the embers been stoked. The scent of spring brings with it fresh hope. Tending the tinder’s and keeping warm. The tempest’s awake, prepare for a storm. Lay bare, awaiting the new cycle. Behaving perfectly archetypal. On fire now, the flame invoked. Enchanted roots like an Ancient Oak. No brimstone needed for budding to begin. As the miracle of creation comes from within.