Deep in the wilderness is where my spirit soars

Strolling along the trail, I pause to swat an annoying fly

I glance ahead at the marker on the narrowing trail, and suddenly have a sense of urgency

The density of what once kept me away is buried here

It was said to be rotten seeds, and treated as a such; discarded garbage

In reality they needed to feel the dirt wrapping itself onto them, and covering them with love of nature

They needed to be nurtured… They needed to mature

They needed to feel alive and be beautiful

They needed to be on solid ground


2:37 PM

Ms. Vee