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
7-11-22
2:37 PM
Ms. Vee
Everyone is Welcome! 