The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it 'easing the Spring.'
Henry ReedAs we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was fifty-four, And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.
Henry ReedDreams have always expanded our understanding of reality by challenging our boundaries of the real, of the possible.
Henry Reed