The empty echoing call
From the Raven's darkness
Pierces the silent forest
Seaking out a hint of Spring
The loud and wooden drumming
Of a Woodpecker on his tree
Establishing a territory
Before he feeds on ants
A couple walking down a country lane
Hand-in-hand, crunches crisp on gravel
Far away somewhere
Plans with other words
Thankyou for this dream
