“He wasted his wishes on wishing.”

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

I am writing these poems From inside a lion.

We can’t hold hands – someone might see. Won’t you please, Hold toes with me?

So I’m all of the love that could make it today.

Anything is possible. Anything can be.

Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I’m perfect – But tell me the truth.

Are wild strawberries really wild?

How much good inside a day? Depends on how good you live ’em. How much love inside a friend? Depends on how much you give ’em.

This boat that we just built is just fine –  and don’t try to tell us it’s not the sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.

You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That’s a part of it.

How long is forever? Sometimes, just one second.

By time and age full many things are taught.

As long as you are breathing there is time. Don’t rush time. Let it flow how it needs to.

Life is a rhythm of highs and lows.

No matter your age, you are here today, so there is time.

Rainy days only give birth to more flowers.

Art’s everything we hope life would be, a lot of times.