stand still. birds w h i s t l e stung by berry thistle but a w h i s p e r not given
by the tallest trees cometh down upon me as do I wait, only with wonder. I have thy thunder.
in my s o u l yet waiting I stand still for,
a sign.
any way and time whisper that one thing,let my s o n g sing
for o n e verse, for one line
> w o l f
photo by Simon L King edit by me
