Lushland
In lushLand where bastards feed
Weeds grow on beds of greed
Shadows creep from sunlight’s bleed
Sucking silt through straws of reed
Defiant voice amidst the shrug
Little dame the shutterbug
Snapping time to it’s knees
A love affair with sowing seeds
She shifts along the bending trail
Crickets laud and stand to hail
Ignoring all she spreads her wings
Takes to flight lushLand sings
A single spark of calming rage
Content to sit and watch her age
Sinking back into the deep
It’s all time code, my little sheep
