We may often miss the poetry in nature that surrounds us. But not the Poet, who inspires an alternate reality via their poetic vision. Read:

So travel with me, lose your hands in the fabric of me and understand that god dwells inside the arc of my heart.

As we head into the month of June, I invite you to look towards the wild ferns of May. Watch how they unfurl to their full potential.

If this sounds familiar, it is. Because MORNING is supposedly in each of us, even if, in bits and pieces. When the lead characters meet, it