Stone Circle and put it all back together again in the quiet of my private collection

Next to his sister's bubbling warmth, Ezra might have been a pillar, for all that Merrit could read him, and he suddenly felt his courage plummet and his nerves lump up in the pit of his throat. Arlette's vies for attention went unnoticed as for the moment, he studied his brother in vain attempt to gather insight into what he was thinking, so he could figure out whether this idea was a good one, or one to back out of before he couldn't anymore. But Ezra gave no signs to help him, just his staying presence - and eventually, his sister's urging won out. Merrit turned toward her, and placed his hope in the knowing that she might like what he shared - and he wished that Ezra did, too.

"Okay."  He said, and cleared his throat,

"The moon and sun are in the sky,
The stars are also very high."

- he chose to focuse on Arlette, apart from the occasional glance he stole toward Ezra as he spoke, still searching for something more in his brother's watch.

"I'm on the ground, I don't know why,
I wish I had the wings to fly."

His nervous eyes lingered on Ezra.

"It rhymes."