The Mini Troubadoura's Love Letter to Nature and Heritage

Oh with wide eyes Wild eyes and shaky hands Peering over cliffs Moss muffled footsteps I write my name in pine needles And look for insight in DNA sequences Oh, I look for falling branches Fanatics and apathetics Stepping over lukewarm pools Snares and booby traps Till the wind and waves make sense And I forget the danger Of ancient woods and solitary places

Oh, we the insane! Those with some sense, take their clothes off the fence. They run in the house, to get out of the rain Oh but not us. We throw open the windows. Run out of doors. We go flying down highways, and running through moors. God bless those who love us. Oh, for they need it more, than those who love others, who also stay out of storms. Minitroubadoura 2019