Chapter 3

Wonda stood still
Startled as she turned
Bewildered eyes lay high
Gazing through morning Sun
The blue winds brushed
Away with white clouds
Heavy grey stood still
The swoon of the Moon
Lucy laid patient
Sat in the dark
Waiting on Wonda’s words
For he had played his part

Full of confusion and haste
Was struck curious
By this vast and dark place
She ventured in
Her step caused a creak
A smile, a dance, a laugh
And a weep