In 17 Syllables…
In amongst the trees, Immersed in nature’s playground.Just the here and now.
Again he blows, notlong after his last fury.Just playing games now.
Birds of a different feather flock together too. Find your flock and fly.
It sneaks in, doesn’t knock. To keep self-doubt at bay, fight the good fight.
This rock has many stories, yet it does not speak. It’s in the lichen.
Birds of a different
In 17 Syllables... 