Wails and sobs erupt

And on your quiet heart strings

Play songs of sadness 

From behind dark clouds 

Even in the wind and rain

Your sun still shines through 

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

Climbing to the top

Of an ancient sycamore 

To see if I can 

Crooked birch trunks gleam 

Dark and silver lines against 

Fresh new sprays of green 

Waning gibbous light

Turns the night grey and silent 

But the stars remain 

Across Cornish hills 

Lazy clouds drift and linger 

Darkness calls us home 

From our rocky perch 

Watching lonely ships anchor 

Together moments 

Hand springs on fresh grass

Crop circles left by cart wheels

Upside down smiles 

Cold saltwater burns

My skin it tingles and shrinks

To my very bones 

Lords and ladies stand 

Guarding shady woodland paths

Between celendine

A steady heart beats

Limbs floating in suspension 

Baby bones strengthen

Attract and repel 

Static electricity

Keeping us apart

Adventuring on

Deeper into the forest 

Rediscovering 

Bright blue bells bouncing

Beneath broken birch branches 

Bumblebees begin