This book is about what most poetry books are about. Death, Life, Birth, the Sun, Flowers, Love - that kind of thing. It even has a few butterflies in it. Originally I thought about including a very nice poem I had about a noble Indian looking out toward the horizon with a tear in his eye. But I decided to leave that one out. Also I had a really poignant poem about a lighthouse. It was guiding a boat full of terrified orphans to safety. I left that one out too. I'd like to say that this book will cause you to see ordinary things in a new way, but how would I know? I have no idea how you already see things. The truth is that these poems might corrupt your mind.