Cramped shyly between the eaves
The struggle to believe begins
A look is a touch
To aching eyes
Persevere, chase the bird
Through and up the Yee Yaw tree.

A bird released 
Uncertain to the world
Heads down roads in search
Gravel blurs beneath the tyres 
As the wheels leave the ground
Chase is even now
We’re all in the air 
Circling round and round the Yee Yaw tree.

Testing toes in and out
Rejecting, reflecting, giving out
All the wrong scripts
Where is the author to take the reins
Lay down the plan so we can
Land some how in the Yee Yaw tree.