The lines on this face
Draw a perfect picture of
The lives in this place
A new day a new haiku
The lines on this face
Draw a perfect picture of
The lives in this place

Wild wind washes waves
Though deep tunnels and dark caves
Learning to be brave

Single shingle splash
Shakes my solitary perch
Turn my silver back

Wind round by this way
Over the hill, far away
Wonder why this bay

Swamp drains out to sea
Mountains shake, an open key
What do you mean, free?

Oceans surround us
Feed, clean, cool and connect us
Survive becomes thrive

Stunted beech huddle
Close to the peak. Bare roots lead
Us to elven realms

Set on the bush line
Beyond where the trees can climb
Keep us safe and dry

Shadows turn to blue
Tides drag us up from the deep
Face towards the sun
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