Forest, my soul's home

Mar 28, 2003 21:15

The Forest breathes awake at night, as darkness fades the dawn’s shadows float.
I run
crawl,
fly
and grow with every living thing.
I feel the damp earth in my fingers. I crave this fresh beauty I swallow every step I take upon the earth. Cool air filtered through the tall trees, my ancestors, tall red glowing with life, deep and sleepy.
I’m home where these beings grow…


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