The Well

Masons break down boulders, lumbers pull down trees, he rests while they pollute his sleep with chaos of crash and creak. Boulders broken to bricks, wood chopped to poles construction begins on a fine summer’s day.

The Forrest

The flame travels as rapid as his precious sunlight, with the intelligence of his prized nature, without the care of the life in his forest. Infecting his land, bank by bank, fallen tree by fallen tree