Once every so-and-so-often a certain Energy has been felt running just below the surface of ordinary reality. While the trees knew and tried to tell us, it seems their plight got lost in translation. Could Rivers talk, their incessant chattering surely would be too much, as some may believe. Once every so-and-so-often a certain Energy will be felt whispering just below the surface of
Owl
Wings so silent they scream / The past as future not seen
A Love Letter to the Stars
As the veil of night conceals our plight we can return to where we learn how all the borders that we draw appear to be our final flaw
Drifting
While countless creatures seem to know a place for them to shine and grow you're made to feel like there is none so will you kneel or get it done?