.R.i.O.
A fusion of ink and lense.
Purpose
60\365
Alone I stand,
On the branch hanging low.
Oblivious to the distance, my surroundings or even the witches wand,
that attempts to cast a dry spell in the summer to follow.
Yet i remain green, youthful and optimistic,
because within, there is a promise still to be revealed.
If the relationship between what i am and what i can be is magnetic,
I will draw unto me the greatness that i have believed.
And even though we are small and independent, we are all but connected.
.R.i.O.
