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 [...]
We know not to do it: judging a book
By how attractive its cover might look.
If our path is hard to find
We must choose the way most kind
Her friend agreed.
"The world’s not fair."
And continued perfecting
and her hair.
Is war always a surprise?