Pink Floyd be inspired

Weaving winding wild expressions
Searing mindful dark regressions
Soaring upwards soaring sideways
Silent missions to the moon
Voices coming wildness numbing
Spirit moving sort of grooving
Someone soon
Waves us on to higher pastures
Drags us through a forest glen
Feel the Hare it’s great heart beating
Fighting shy of the Hunting men

Brutal and bitter nothing fitter
Ready to run and switch and turn
Dogs are chasing we keep racing
Out of harms way
The concern
escape keep going
Too and fro ing
Truly knowing
Of the hunters wrath
Family needs me
Must keep going
Must keep fighting
It’s the path
On it we are good and ready
Just be steady
We can be
Out there in the fearsome flurry
With my family forever free

Floyd’s pink haven
Basking skywards
Clouds of crimson
Part of me
A melting heart
The forest beckons
I love every single tree
Every leaf and every tendril
And the sound of every Bee
All wild souls remain aloof
We are part of life and we
Hate the hunters and their calling
For on this earth they should never be.

Listening to a compilation of Pink Floyd
And what comes to mind in flashes of inspiration.