I would climb redwoods
I have my reasons
But there at the top of them
Clouds confer, droplets talk of jumping
Angels are angry, seething
How dare one break into heaven
Picking the lock of hell.
© Richard Wilson Moss.
I would climb redwoods
I have my reasons
But there at the top of them
Clouds confer, droplets talk of jumping
Angels are angry, seething
How dare one break into heaven
Picking the lock of hell.
© Richard Wilson Moss.