Moon Tree
Silver bark is scarred with ghostly faces and its branches reach up into the starlit sky.
Angels
The young girl shops in the market. Every scrap if food she gives to the needy. She spends her week days wandering the forest, taking care of animals.
Heart of Stone
Great brown oaks guard this rock,. A shining smooth, silvery block,. Lying deep in the forest of old,. Veins surround, running with gold,. Beating with the pulse of the earth,.
My World
Clouds cover the skies, shedding milky light across the moors.
Black Stag
Cloven hooves step through damp bracken,. His path, his role, does not slacken,. An emperor of the forest and trees,. He lifts a heavy head to the breeze,. A scent of rabbit and fox - he stops,.