These red threads these red threads once shouted bright called to bees we hide the treasure you seek come search come find come feast go carry our load these red threads no longer needed soften and curl release fall fall fall into the day and night shape...
Sweet feed hungry bees burrow deep into blossom collar seek buried treasure More
Same sound, different light silent in the day each footstep and every breath shouts in the darkness More
The next one snap-dried fuchsia blooms scorched by single heatwave day maintain their colour More
Feijoa Feijoa firework petals and gold light tips you are un-flamed matchsticks brighting up the green More