Hush little baby, don't you cry. Mama's gonna buy you a golden comb. If that doesn't soothe you, mama's gonna sing you a charming song. And if that fails, mama's gonna rock you in a cozy swing. Shine Sparkle Little Star Little star, high up in the heavens, how I marvel what you are. Up beyond the world so large, like a diamond in the dark. You… Read More

As the golden rays sinks below check here the distant hills, a gentle air begins to flow through the leaves. It brings with it the scent of summer, a symphony both delightful. Listen closely, and you may feel the faint secrets on the breeze. They tell tales of laughter, of exploration, and of the magic that fills us all. Perhaps they are fantasies… Read More