Seem to know where to go – against the over-anguished grain, and we simply, fair curiously, see it happen, gleefully tracking their upward-swerve procedure-list extraordinaire
Ought to manage ourselves in a very sane manner, carefree and utterly romanticised by this living, treasured thing – whenever will the pretty penny drop, though?
Have to know
Bewildered and intrigued by this desperately sought after need, to know it…
Where wonderfully over-enthused wilderness amidst distanced wildfire breathes via these strange and friendly eyes
They cry when they are smiling…
Realise to recognise – these skies above these terrifical trees are all of yours