Mea Silva Parva
Hidden away
in quiet Peakroe
The tiniest
seeds finally grow
Yellow and
red, white and blue
Flowers are
blooming in every hue.
In the
stillest of silence, where time is lost
Where the cold
winter sun, kisses the frost
The melody
of soft heartbeats, sing to the trees
And the
thrilling of birds, sing to appease.
In the
stillest of silence, where life is sought
In spring’s
soft embrace, patience is taught
The babble
of soft thinking, rustles the leaves
And the
sound of hoof thuds, bring such ease
In the
stillest of silence, where sighs are tossed
Where the
warm summer’s sun, the heart accosts
The chorus
of soft smiles, to ecstasy weaves
As the
whispering winds, stop to please
In the
stillest of silence, where love is caught
In autumn’s
strong arms, blooms are brought
The unsung song
of season, to a soundless heart flees
As the
chatter of twigs, fill the breeze
Hidden away
in quiet Peakroe,
The tiniest
seeds finally show
Patience it
seems, finally grew
And life is
blooming as time walks through
Warrior Princess
