A river clean and simple-a winding path, drawn down to an end.
A tree tall and covered-stretching the sky-further than birds can fly-my thoughts drift high.
Beamed down rays in their hundreds and thousands light my day
as I sit wasting a day-bathed in sunlight telling these tall tales.The river widens round a bend- a sand bank to fill with tide...Meander past tree and sky on, on too far.

So grow with me-and we will be travellers to a place I call my own.