waking
portents
learning
living
morning red sky
tales from old times
converting things
in the stillness
warning from the shepherds
something in the telling
suffering into joy
soaking in the silence
perhaps there’s something more to it
passed from parents to their children
working with the seeds inside you
giving in to relaxation
wonder
wisdom
breathing
smiling
cawing
raucous sounding
letting the others know
crowing about your achievements
futile
