
He is an angel in a white room,
White walls.
White beds.
White light,
and a pink pillow
His skeleton body shakes my heart like never before.

She is my sister first of all, together we are all a strong force of endless winds.
Her beauty can't be captured
Her delicate bones are ready to dance
It has been my honor to know her
When looking at her you can hear water and see light
Her hands are perfect
She is a maker
It was her birthday.
She was glowing in the sun.
We were all watching.


This wonderful site has a special meaning to us.
http://www.thebeeandtheorangetree.com/
Since my father is a bee keeper and the smell of orange trees bloom tells me that my birthday is approaching.
Vanessa has managed to create a wonderful site for the world of kid's.
In simple colors and great beauty.
It is our absolute pleasure to be part of your world
Thanks for having us.