Cosmo Sheldrake
Hocking
Bring back hedgerows
Lost in echoes
Found in shadows
Gone like sparrows
Where do woods go
What do birds know
Why the elbow
Who goes there, how now
Yes no maybe
Little baby
Born hastelessly
Like an oak tree
Seeds be tendrils
Creeping scent fills
Wafting slowly over you and I
From Letras Mania