The key I have found
2 December 2025

Treetops knelt
within ashen skies
the hurt pelt
from the lies
our limbs shivering retired
from bosom that tired

Hark listen
the heart will glisten
when the trees
take a fall
Tis a winter to recall
as the pain will ease

Tall are dreams
etched within the streams
of bluebells’   
fading knells
My feet set firm on the ground
the key I have found

Reading of the poem:

Found my Way – Aurenza