Us

*Kindly reed the following in Scottish accent. Thunkyo!*

If there was a tree in the woods,
alone and tired and yet standing,
that’d be me.
If there was a kite in the heaven,
blissful and glad and soaring upwards,
that’d be you.
If there was a word on your lip,
unsure and wise and about to desert,
that’d be me.
If there was a breeze in the sun,
lively and embracin…