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If the wind could tell a story
It would tell you all these secrets
Written down in a heart-shaped book
And kept hidden inside
The words they have no meaning
To anyone else but us
The secrets kept behind closed doors
Will all be revealed in time
Don’t listen to the ones who deceive
Just to get what they want
Their hearts are cold and empty
Their minds set on just one goal
Find the keys to unlock
The right questions bring out the truth
And the book it will be opened
When the wind blows straight through

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains
  of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and
  spring after the winter.
  - Rachel Carson
  The Sense of Wonder

The Black Robin

Just a glimmer of hope
To save a little bird
A last ditch effort made
And the call was heard

Everyone pitched in
They had time to spend
To give a helping hand
And save it in the end

Now the numbers grow
Saved from extinction
Protected from the outside
The black robin sings on

http://www.doc.govt.nz/conservation/native-animals/birds/land-birds/black-robin/facts/

Fable

Freedom sought near the border
Escaping reality
Into another dimension
Breaking free from normality

Wishes stolen from the heart
Secrets kept alive
Tokens of a life unknown
At the exit we arrive

Fallen pillars around the gate
Destroyed hopes and dreams
What happens if you venture on
Following the ideas upstream

A quest beyond the stone walls
To find destiny in this place 
Make a choice go left or right
What other demons to face

Bring out the weapons of truth
The goblins will try to steal
Protect the fire burning inside
It forges what makes you real

Past Tense

Finding the time to get things done
Put it off til tomorrow
When the sun may come out
Or just drift into a daydream
Let the sorrows go
They soon will pass
Into the great abyss of time
Swallowing the moments up
Disappearing into the belly
Memories tied to the present
They’ll stay wrapped in ribbons
Not forgotten but kept to one side
To open up and take a peek
Going back to relive the memory
In painful repeat performance
Just to find some peace and comfort
In knowing that things will change

Monopoly

There’s a plague spilling over the land
Wilting everything in its path
Run away from the death
Shiver and scream to the edge
Leaping off into the nightmares below
No solace found in the dark chasm
Fires roar and spit out demons
Chaos ruling the world
Feeding on the fears
Naming those who disappeared
In a vain attempt to wipe out
The ones who seek to control

South

The harbour reflects the grey sky
Dark clouds are moving in closer
Trickling raindrops down the glass
A ferry leaves for the mainland

The wild forests and tranquil lakes
Land is glimpsed from across the bay
Beckoning me over the waters
Hidden coves where dolphins play

Moving through the waves
The ferry takes me there
A few miles into the heartland
Taking a dusty road from the pier

Tangled vines on the hillsides
Mist hanging over the valley
Climb up higher to see the view
Echoes of peace ringing out everywhere

Victory

A war of words
Through time and space
Break the continuum
And keep up the pace
Many battles not won
With rules to instigate
Break the monotony
And open the floodgate
Pouring out into the river
Endless rhymes and riddles
Catch up with the flow

Flight of the Eagle

The eagle flies on its sole journey
Looking down on barren fields
Empty rivers and toxic seas
The last bird on its final flight
Finding a branch of a dying tree to perch on
He looks out over the deserted land
The bones left as reminders
Of a battle no one could fight
There was no freedom found
No abundance to share
Only emptiness in these lands
The eagle rises and soars into the night

'Gardening is about enjoying the smell of things growing in the soil, getting dirty without feeling guilty, and generally taking the time to soak up a little peace and serenity.'
Lindley Karstens