The shadow at the edge morphs with the light,

it tricks the eye.

It swallows sunshine, harbours sinners, blurs the lines and stretches night.

It rages through the forest on a whisper, stealing sight,

We are hostage, blind and naked,

— birds have wings; they all take flight.

I am grounded, rooted, tied down —

my bark has little bite.

I only know: look upward — keep reaching for the light.