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 diamon… 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… Read More