“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face”. – Victor Hugo

Trees By Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping…

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. – John 1:5