They may seem to come across as a miserable old bat but their sadness lies within how things are to recover.
Given time and their words spoken will be shining from their mouth which starts a new world turning.
Not quite the three blind mice, all it took is one to find its way into the honey pot and the others soon followed.
During a night when the ashes burn brightly an intense flame burns bringing both sides of the night together.
Slowly counting down to when those old cobwebs are swept away like dreams caught up in a web.
Ill health has that early worm uncaught where to think for a vacant heart. Seeing clearly as a heart on a keychain releases that leash, that for some when to count all the facts and figures reveal the possibilities of what could of been.
In the forest; more land appears as the tide recedes but land made of sand. While the gardens of the Holy Shrine are admired so shall now a beach for anyone to enjoy. Sooner than to think appears hunger and looking a gift horse in the mouth confuses exactly where the hunger is for.
In the stones; markings left behind that pin-point to exactly whom causes stubborness, getting into a twist for directions has the least likely person to adore having subtle indications to turn the other side, a passionate flame burns during this commotion and due to their stubborn feelings are tied with the one they never wanted.
Isaiah Ch.1:V.16 "Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil."