Roots grow and the clouds shift in and out of purples and oranges drift possibilities..... stretching forth through barriers cold as stone water trickling slow and steady with the heady smell of vines tracing down the stairs. silences conjures the best of day dreams lost in the thoughts of a lifetime of what could Be's ... youth allowing the possibility of tomorrow, the infinite hope beyond that of the everyday man. wonderment in not knowing swallows the fears of not hoping and the realization that this is best settles like a first snow on my shoulders.