What can’t be fixed with push and shove we’ll mend, instead, with endless love.
If yours is an exclusive clique, which denigrates the poor or weak, You've named it wrong
Did you ever have, like me, a very favourite old oak tree?That sheltered you, when you were young – strong branches climbed or, from ropes, swung?Where creatures lived, lichens as well, and then, one windy dayit fell. Expecting loss,an empty space,one day, I visit that same placeI stand,amazed. Had I knownhow wondrous large those roots [...]
The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain