Eery with the waft and wiff of wildlife.
Sad and yet, joyous is their song.
I understand between the lyrics…this, this, is where I belong.
Never to run, a walk is where my curiosity fits.
Though nothing is delicate between the thorns and ivy. And, cagey hills are lonesome and long.
The untamed…a favorite song.
Sanguine and sandal-ed…to the earth is where I belong.
My silhouette of vanity ties me to the beauty.
My silhouette, minuscule, to all of mother’s scenery.