If an olive tree is to be,
is it not up to you,
is it not up to me?
Should we not nurture those trees?
Even in the years of the honey and the bees?
If an olive tree is not given the nurture loving care would it become one who does not care?
Beula Kapp born an artistic soul developed the love of poetry, art and music in her early teens.
Her poetry is filled with passion, life’s joys and life’s struggles that can relate to the everyday person.
She not only enjoys writing poetry, fiction and flash fiction but reading it as well, thus she enjoys being a part of an online community where she is able to contribute, read and communicate with other artists