by gooey. » Tue Mar 14, 2017 6:13 pm
My forest is souls.
My trees are black bears, my hedges are deer, my lakes and rivers are koi and carp.
My forest is souls.
My forest has voices.
I talk to the mountains, the bobcats and wolves. I speak with the pastures, the mares and rabbits. I converse with the flowers, the rodents and rats.
My forest is souls, and I hear them.
My forest has bodies.
I watch roaring waterfalls, the angry pack of hounds. I see clouded skies, the birds and butterflies. I observe swaying grass, the squirrels and chipmunks.
My forest is souls, and I watch them as they grow.
And they grow.
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gooey. on Thu Mar 16, 2017 4:47 pm, edited 1 time in total.