I met a man called Hollow

He was heartless like a dark shadow looming in the dark

His face was pale like the moon on a clear night

He stood tall like the world was at his feet

He spoke of things that made me also hollow

I met a woman called  Nature

Her hands were vine’s and flowers like roots of an old ancient tree

Her hair was grass and wheat as the harvest made it stale

She had pollen for elbows like powder for cups of tea