VIDEO: Falling Snow

Let it snow is a beautiful Winter Sim. You want to go here with someone so you can dance and play in the snow. It is a very romantic place. You can also come here if you just want to get away from it all and enjoy the calm Winter as the snow falls.

"FALLING SNOW"

See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops,
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes,
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!

In the Fog

Hermann Hesse is one of my favorite poets and writers...he also was a great painter and artist. I truly believe the Retreat has many parts of his passion for creativity present.

Strange, to wander in the fog.
Each bush and stone stands alone,
No tree sees the next one,
Each is alone.
My world was full of friends
When my life was filled with light,
Now as the fog descends
None is still to be seen.
Truly there is no wise man
Who does not know the dark
Which quietly and inescapably
Separates him from everything else.
Strange, to wander in the fog,
To live is to be alone.
No man knows the next man,
Each is alone.

Maybe we all need to be NOT so in the fog and pay attention to what is around us...the daily beauty of life and the elements.

Come With Me

Run away with me, barefoot in the sand

Walk by my side, rule all the lands

Hear our hearts beating with love so wild

Our heads spinning with passion, my child

There's untamed joy we can't contain

Hypnotizing ardor we can't explain

I'm Romeo, will you be Juliet?

We can share a bond we'll never forget

We can clasp hands in the twilight

Hold each other, day and night

We can be alone, just me and you

Our souls entwined, you know it's true

We can do anything, if you'll take faith

I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe

We can be together eternally

We can live forever – so come with me

~Roman Smith

Sonnet XVII

My newest machinima...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Mary had a little Frog

Mary had a little frog.

The frog croaked every day.

And Mary always wondered

What the frog was trying to say.

To freshen up the critter’s breath,

She fed the frog some mints.

And when she gave the frog a kiss,

It turned into a prince.

Mary and the prince were married,

And on that happy day,

Mary asked the prince just what

The frog had tried to say.

“Mary,” said the handsome prince,

“I’m going to tell you true:

When the frog croaked it was saying,

‘I love you’.”

Text © Bruce Lansky