Stand me in the corner, I’ll be silent. Stand me if you can; caught between the welcome and the ban.

Cut me into tiny little pieces, cut me out of shots, draw me; I am here, join the dots.

Think of all the birds as they are sleeping, missing from the sky, think of all the wonder and the why.

Look beyond the mirror to the wall, fly before you fall, jump into the vastness of it all.

Work out where to find the missing pages, work out once a week, stretch yourself and think before you speak.

Tell someone who matters that it’s so, make sure that they know. Make your metaphorical plants grow.