Gnarled and creaking limbs 

Bend and bow in winter winds

The old bell still rings 

On my left a rock 

On my right a harder place 

Hateful compromise 

Curled up in a ball 

A woodlouse hides in the logs

Then burns in the fire 

Bleary teary eyes

Battle against the sunrise 

New day and new life

Curled up together 

Bear and boy beneath the bed

In dreams of wonder

Cloud mountains rising

Silent smoke stack silhouettes

Where are all the trees? 

Wrapped up like candy

A hammock sways in the breeze

Drift into sweet dreams 

Now the sun is down 

The evening turns cool and dark

Mystery rising 

Filtered through smoke clouds

Low evening sunlight burns red

Against sun kissed cheeks 

A grey heron glides 

Low over concrete fields 

We drive them away