Little child, tell me what you were thinking
when you strayed into this place
Thinking that I was the only one you'd find
What makes you think that these trees are not listening?
That the bushes do not see your naive steps,
that came here seeking guidance
You will find help here from me,
but be aware that the magic of this place might not be so kind
Decided to try out making a little scene, then write a little blurb of a poem or a story around it. Not the greatest thing in the world, but it's a good writing exercise I suppose. I think it looks kinda cool too :D
