CONFESSIONS OF A TINY LADY WORKING AMONGST TREES
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 →
In a Land of Giants 