when the sap runs in the veins of this old tree
and the furry squirrel climbs his aging trunk
as the sparrow weaves a nest on a bending branch
giving life to nature’s winged spirit taking flight
*First line in T S Elliot’s THE WASTE LAND
Sun 19 Apr 2009
when the sap runs in the veins of this old tree
and the furry squirrel climbs his aging trunk
as the sparrow weaves a nest on a bending branch
giving life to nature’s winged spirit taking flight
*First line in T S Elliot’s THE WASTE LAND
Sun 5 Apr 2009