Basking re-leaf
The feeling of rays
Piercing to the corners
Of the mind

Ancient in principle
This wise white brain
Whilst wishing us well
Is not the same

As you and I
Are the same
Unique
With thousands silent servants
Splayed forth, torn
They will not survive the fall

These whims are not eternal
The stainless binding of our past maternal
Harking back to bark so old
Unwinding what has come before
A pity to be sold

But we do
Day in sees the wagon tinned
Servants whipped to layers thin
And sent out for a long stand

Masking defeat
Piercing from the front line
It is time to be kind
To yourself

Then others blindly
This seed sown will birth a thousand times
Will flower your mind with a loaf so giant
That your table will be never ending

Transcending sole maturity
Progressing to community
Bring forth the ancient crest
And ask the white brain
What is this communal mess?

This is forest
This is family
You are safe now
To rest