"Just imagine a perfect comfortable place. When I was a kid, living in the country, you walk in the woods a lot. I had this secret place in the woods that was by a creek and always dark and damp. There was an area completely covered in moss and it was always cool and wet. In the summertime, I used to go there and take my shirt off and lie in the cool moss. That's what an apple bed is."
Of horses wet with melted ice
They would not heed my advice
And burdened limbs of its weight
To break and rot a whispered fate