Let me start in a forest, with cloudless skies,
A river with water you can see straight through
And wading ankle deep along the sandy banks, I
And holding my hand with jeans rolled up, you.
Let's start here, where the trees hold the noise,
So that the river is silent but for a gentle trickle
And you're standing there with all of the world's poise
And for now, Mother Nature is determined, not fickle.
I start here to see you smile,
Laugh and tumble into the water in a quick motion,
We haven't visited for a while,
The trees magic wands, the river a
magic potion.Illustration by Josh Bradley
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Tangles
PoetryA story told in verse, 'Tangles' deals with the journey in which everything falls apart.