CONFESSIONS OF A TINY LADY WORKING AMONGST TREES
The wild and the boldTrapped in between the formedthoughts and actions of the worldThe wild need escapeCasting their senses upon their enemiesThey bolt amongst the impending doomof restraints as they close inThe wild start to tunnelTracking a path through the woodsThe wild run and don't look backOnly having trustin the company of treesBlinded by the... Continue Reading →
The trees are calling I move my feet A foot in front of the other Round the fringes I proceed Step into the sanctuary A place I recognise Through my darkest hour In the evening's disguise My eyes are holding onto The last remaining light As I listen to the water My heart gently burns... Continue Reading →
I carry a heavy heart Like trees falling apart. The mind isn't strong to pray A dark hand covers my eyes today. What meaning is there to being alive? If not to save this earth, I don't know why. The importance of feeling loved By the trees that love me back with their crowns above... Continue Reading →
Like a stream of blue paint through green The river meanders I take soft, small steps of care My mind already wanders In the woods amongst the trees I pick up my pace As I locate the tree Amongst the trees I race Reaching out with my fingers To connect with life Life pulls me... Continue Reading →
In a Land of Giants 