In a hut At the end of the world a hut, full of bright stories, in all of its little glory. Quiet as a mouse the stories sit….
Hope and elephants Hope and elephants like to climb the trees. Coming down to earth they find a way more troublesome.
On Easter night On Easter night, through the hole in the cake, I watch the hopes grow. They grow high.
She and He They were leaving ashamed, She and He. At that moment they didn’t know yet that nobody was banishing them and that they’re actually not leaving…
And from Mr Hare And from Mr Hare I learn to keep my chins (or rather ears) up. Good heavens crunch right above our heads.
