A Hare FriendOil on canvas 76cm x 76cm She wandered where the wild dreams roam, Through fresh farm air and honey homes Her hands were full of summers gold Plums and peaches, ripe and bold. Beneath a tree with branches wide, She nestled in the shade beside, A hare with eyes of autumn hue, Soft and watchful, wise and true. She broke her fruit, a gift so small, Yet in his world, it meant it all. A moment passedno fear, no flight, Two hearts at peace in golden light.