my cushion...

PASSING THOUGHT: It's just not the night... I feel as if am drifting on a long cushion.... There's no pillow...no foot-rest...Just a long cushion...no connections with thoughts...and the feelings seem to be sleeping...only a foggy landscape and a line of trees turn in my mind..

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 26, 2020

white blossom...

a dazzle
of fluttering
blossom
spring's white
confetti #tanka #MayTanka #NaTankaMo #5lines https://t.co/v1iy6psZq9

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 26, 2020

on a soft rise...

on a soft rise
a file of slight trees
salutes all weathers https://t.co/KzNdae3BjE

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 26, 2020

As soon as I saw this image, I thought of a songline...
 'There were three trees
Upon a hill
And they spoke to the whispering wind...'

I have just Googled it and Mr Google has never heard of it...

'The first tree said I will be a fine bed
Fit for a king to lie on, he said,
But was it in scorn or was it in anger
He found himself fashioned into a manger.'

Another tree is felled and becomes the boat on Galilee...

I wish I could remember the song...

UPDATE: And now, I have found the strangest thing - It was a Czech song...???? Craig Morrison?
A translation???
But the words on the left of this website look about what I remember...

in foggy worlds...

in foggy worlds
veils and secrets
glide randomly https://t.co/YS7Y0sS1sO

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) May 26, 2020

I love how fog silently cocoons shapes and melts sharp edges into sylph-like cushions of art...