Me and Gourab rambled around Lynn Valley on an early Wednesday morning. Some come from earlier ramblings.
I come and leave and leave and come,
No road has seen and no road begun,
A thousand lightbulbs in the sun,
Giving young mathematicians some fright.
Do you mind the reflection though.
Rice Lake its called, I know not why,
Pretty as it is, on the gloomiest sky.
I know not how to find the way within.
The forest, the greenery, the sight is my prey.
Come tomorrow and I shall sing to ye.
I wish had someone to walk with by.
Are not so random after I greet.
Yet the palace lives on earth near.
The day is gone do not bereave,