Simple my heart

Simple my heart

The complexity of

Compartmentalisation

Diverting attention away

From blood flow

The richly divine

Nature of breathing

The weft of capillaries

Following a nature trail

That leads to a transfer

Of natural gifts

Leaving a slurry of

Carbon-neutral pigment

To slosh around

Like water colours

Painting treetops

Swaying in the breeze

Too late the bypass

Motorways never

Reduce the traffic

Dreadful machines

Never do stop beeping

Sorry are the drivers

Of necessary change

Never knowingly in soul charge

Of the machinery

Always taking the blame

For being designated

To take a fall

Ignorance is never bliss

But some people like surprises

When the time comes

Accidents do happen

Pumps break down

Fuel lines leak

Compartments are only as good

As the valves that need replacing

With every full service

Guaranteed

To return everything back

To its original

Factory setting

Should you choose to act

On the advice you have been given.