Scream Serene

Our little truce dear,

I held close to a spear

that I threw I hear

our journey appears.

The trees breeze see

me upon my knees,

take this rod from me

give all their needs.

So let me travel slow

in the fold of control

you always uphold old

ways we can know.

Torn a head shakes

inside a wrench make

me the spurrish cake

you serve heart great.