Queuing Amber fields.

A tree strives to stride the sea 

to start a new game without a

Hare to run about these ruins 

that now hides within the field

where they once erected a stone cross 

In a foreign land so they never have to leave

And watch handed me down time 

that is merely borrowed from hills on shrines

We all have questions and answers are found

When you read and don’t forget the 

thy Shared a hare and a story started.