Walking amongst your favourite trees,
contemplating the ways of the forest and wild roses.
A softness came to your soul recently,
so you take a moment to reflect and scheme a little.
Whispers from your Mother remind you of her,
even though she is not with you physically, not whole.
A series of thoughts move your reflective mind,
so fast; you take a moment to catch up, to process.
With no gesture, you turn a tree into a table,
and then you turn a tree into a dishwasher, a combo.
A wilderness has come to the forest from the
commotion you created as you began experimenting and changing.
You won’t receive those wild consequences,
for you gave like for like to change the trees, a plant or two.
Another reflection leaves you startled as a
Cockatoo makes a racket, a Koala turns from you, and it’s quiet.
C & K 