THE MIST IS HEAVY
Monday, March 13, 2017
The mist is heavy I know,
the air is thick I beg to go;
the roots are tough,
the trees are ever so tall
as they tower over aheadas ever on they sprawl,
with bushy heads,as ever on they sprawl
with gentle roots all clustered together.
You may have never felt safe but you should never fear
the wildit’s very big and grand, but pain is ever so mild,
the mist is heavy I know,the air is thick I beg to go.
Noosa Pengari Steiner February 2017