Raven

Look deep inside and deeper still,
where flowers path a melting hill,
climbing high, sunshine bright...
then sliding down the path, no light!

willowy trees, lean and bend
brittle breaking branches end,
grasp and cling, clutch and claw
hurting every inch and more
does it stop or does it start,
will it stop my beating heart?

mindfull still and watching on
the raven rasps a haunted song
tread ye merry, tread ye must
only fly the path ye trust