There is a place where the sunrise shines despite storm clouds.

There is a place where Spanish moss drips from the trees.

There is a place where barbed wire restrains nothing more dangerous than bales of hay.

There is a place where water lilies contain the hope of every morning.

There is a place where hummingbirds throughout the day join an endless procession of their brethren in a waltz that blankets the sky.

There is a place where arachnids lie in wait to ambush innumerable interlopers.

There is a place where deer prance through the pastures as though they haven’t a care in the world.

There is a place where passion flowers bloom wild and offer their fruit to all who are interested in partaking of the bounty.

There is a place where alligators, beavers and otters bring life to tranquil waters.

There is a place where great horned owls, bald eagles and great blue herons join vultures in ruling the sky both day and night.

There is a place where gargantuan moths, beetles and spiders reign amongst endless foliage that stretches verdantly in all directions.

There is a place where the highway ends and the world begins.

There is a place where I want to live that becomes wonder regardless of how the word is defined.

This will be my home.

[all photos taken yesterday during my trip to the family farm in the Piney Woods of East Texas]