This flower stands still
Between the hedge and meadow
We hurry between

This flower stands still
Between the hedge and meadow
We hurry between
A final flourish
Tomorrow winter will wash
Everything away
If we lived in trees
We wouldn’t cut them all down
Don’t give up, be kind
We built this tree nest
Using only sticks and string
Total cost, zero
We could make our homes
In the arms of our brothers’
Leafy canopy
Those secret creatures
Hidden in the undergrowth
Seen only in death
From cold talons’ grasp
A breakfast interrupted
The forest floor burns
Standing in the shade
What are we trying to save?
Will anything change?
The days match the nights
Relinquishing to winter
They won’t be all dark
I’m rusting away
Crumble to dust and ashes
Make me new again