Fine Art print on watercolour paper
Too often the world felt too busy
too much instagram, Facebook
too much minute-by-minute
news from every corner of the blue planet
the one thing that stopped it was sleep.
She woke, got up quickly before a roll over and sleep
regained its rhythm.
The clocks went forward last night.
“Let’s” said girl and went for a walk.
A cheerful song greeted her
and she asked bird:
“Where do you go to escape the world’s chatter?”
“To the trees my dear, to the trees.”