The Electrifying Lady
The hottest in the land
Her look will drive you crazy
Her mind is in command.
The lady's smart and sassy
So don't tell her where to go.
She's not your little lassie
This Black Goddess stops the show.
'Cause Electrifying Lady is shock energy
For a mind and body surging to be free.
Now Lady Electric just don't know her place
That Ms. E. L. is hyperspace.
"Shrink Rap" Productions
The forest as the artist/Trees willowy and bold
The brushstrokes of the branches/Leaves afire red and gold.
And then God-like fingers/Stream down from above
Solar rays caress you both/A touch of nature's love.
While not brilliantly breathtaking, the colors have a more subtle, a more mature beauty this year. (Maybe it's a projection of a fifty-year-old psyche ;-)
And when the color disappears and night descends, then the other big picture show takes center stage. Walking in the cool, clean, crisp mountain air, down another country road, beyond the last remnants of man-made lighting, reveals the truly majestic and miraculous mystery. As wonderful as cyberspace is, it can't compete with the real thing.