evie and i

she takes me by the hand
so she can show me around
we walk out through the orchard
and over to the dusty ground

carefully she treads
you must be very quiet she says
evie and i
looking for small things

down in to the garden we go
down here with the earth between
our fingers and our toes

crouching in the dirt
she says i think my favourites are these beetles, and the worms
evie and i
looking for small things

travelling alone with lots of quiet time
when the days unravel slow
there's lots of things i find

the pain that comes and goes
and this calmness that takes time to grow
looking for small things