Quietly, tree bark
Adjusts to the life within
Slowly, life expands

Quietly, tree bark
Adjusts to the life within
Slowly, life expands

Donkey and chopped wood
Its totally transparent
Keeping someone warm

Snail on a stem
Where is it going?
Is it intent on a destination
Or is the journey the focus?

Treetop birds, ever on the lookout
Each day begs the question:
Do we stay or do we go?

In the middle of nowhere
Its secrets safe behind a lock
What, then, is so important?
