Once in a while,
when night is awake,
a curious happening
comes over the lake.
A song settles in
that only nature sings.
The endless,
unlabored
song
of all
things.
Poem by LQ McDonald III
LQ was born in New Orleans, but was raised in the wilds of Wisconsin. When he is not reading or writing, he is practicing philosophy and running the woods like a wolf. He also writes a motivational philosophy blog @ modern-mojo.com.