The Yew and the You are the Same: Anonymous

At times you bellow

A whisper and not a holler

With a collar you caste

A stone on some new idea

And the mild dew

Pours forth the broth

And holds true the idea

As mild and simple

As the shepherd points

His staff and the herd dog

Shops his way

Down the slope

As the morning grove melts with the dew

And the yew sheepishly winds back into the fold

And the yew

Called forth by the sheep herder

Unfolds you with the world of the you.

                                The Collar defined

– Anonymous