No way to run
From the axe’s approach
When rooted too deep
Your time runs afloat
Till the fall has arrived
And no forests survive
And the air has grown thicker
For all still alive
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
No way to run
From the axe’s approach
When rooted too deep
Your time runs afloat
Till the fall has arrived
And no forests survive
And the air has grown thicker
For all still alive