Welcome to The People Project.
He speaks words of devotion with a mere glance,
and I cannot help but wonder what kind of power rests
inside of me that a man such as this could be captured by me.
Just beyond the clearing of trees, there appeared a horizon flooded with sunshine
to entice the weary traveler to continue her journey.
Gnarled branches reached up towards the sunlight
as if there were fingertips at the ends of their limbs,
desperate to cling to any remnants
of sunshine in the afternoon sky.
Love lifts my soul.
Autumn waits with bated breath
for the north wind to rustle the leaves from the trees
after painting hues of crimson and gold
on their frail bodies before they make their final descent,
blanketed in billowy white at winter’s arrival.
We find happiness
in the people we love,
in the things that matter,
not in obsessing over
trifling issues that will not
bear any significance
decades from now.