Life in our heads words said again and again, stick damage comes you believe it is something you have done the speck of light shines brightly behind the broken bones it gives you courage when darkness

Over the hill, there was a Dale. A fine-looking man, some say. Many a woman tried courting young Dale Many women left brokenhearted. Fathers came to call. Dale skedaddled before he was harmed. To start

The tree is me.

bubbles, bubbles, here comes trouble singing to the trees. Light projects, animals stare, beauty one of a kind wings flap cooling air laughter can be heard solace heals cleans the soul arms outstretched