a colored  tree  free  with its  leaves  blows  in the wind  , the  summers  gone  let  the  fall begin ,  its  beauty  and essence  rings out too the  birds  a place  to birch  for  them they see  and  a sence  of  free

this  is  a sand painting

my  new painting 

love in moonlight

elegance  became them,surround me  follwed by  thr vision  of  a  nite moon, rapture an d  love became them  soon,  it wad  the tears she wiped away from her cheek ,while he talked softly too her, i must go  and be departed from  you my love but  we must be strong and god we can always seek. i will return  when the moon is full.

orange moon