In those rare places left alone from mortals advancing thoughts of betterment, there is a world tucked away from the ordinary traveler but not so for the one lured under its enchanted roof. The protective cloak emits a false appearance to those who lack the desire or spirit to see beyond the veil of a plain green wrapper. I think about those souls passing by “an understory of sorts” and wonder did they not have a place during their childhood that captured their imagination? That taught them how to enjoy such a simple but yet complex, pastime. Now, overextended with commitment and responsibility life is harder than it should be. This book is a collection of wandering and writing poems, haiku and essays as they were observed.