If I could eat grass
I would settle on this moor
With wild ponies
If I could eat grass
I would settle on this moor
With wild ponies
Icy valley streams
Through mystical forest glades
In rainbows we swam
Lost in soft red trunks
A giant green canopy
Standing still in time
Smooth grey pebble stacks
Loom and rain across the bay
Crabs sneaking below
On steep wooded slopes
We found a white stone altar
Origin unknown
Cloudy smears of pink
Smudging through the horizon
Blue sea and sky hide
Tectonic plates shift
Forcing up ever growing
Mountains of regret