I am a Poet. That just happens to write in a forest. As of late. I've been called to a circle of trees at the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, NC. In Chapter 15 the writer brings to life the people places and things that seem to be wrong in our lives. And yet if we truly believe in individuality... life itself is Jazz. The art of the expression is to include all elements. There are supposed to be pieces and parts that don't feel right. But in the distance your life to a passerby carries with it harmony.