Red with Rub

Though on times we broke down
and scuffed our knees
Through the bramble bushes
and the wooded trees
Under softly white clouds
Blurred eyes cannot see
away distant unreal
As soon yet to be
not yet expressed
or felt to be real
or done so you know
not told how to be
Those sharp as the bushes
or thick as the trees
As soft as the clouds
will soon heal thier knees
and run on through thickets
to a meadows warm breeze
And then see beyond to where
blurred eyes cannot see