Boulder

This piece is about finding a medium in your life.

The wilderness runs; daughter follows mother, sister follows brother. Under the Weeping Willow they stand: The only cover they know.
The wilderness ran. No daughter to follow mother and no sister to follow brother. The Weeping Willow nowhere to be found. No cover to be shown!
The wilderness is gone! No daughter or mother nor sister or brother. Behind a boulder they, again, find shelter. No glamour in it. But shelter enough to rest.