She ran through the woods, ominous thoughts scratching at her sides
Chasing her spirit with cries of disparity
Surrounded by giants bellowing silence
Running deeper
No end, no familiar path
Swinging with unguided perception
Her lungs touched by the crisp air of her own fears
Shortening in pause, gasping for calm
Collapsing her weary knees, slighted hands and broken heart on the mossy ground
Enveloped by giants
They gently whisper to her soul
Stand on our shoulders, rest your tepid heart
Just for now child, until you can see further
Stand on the shoulders of giants
~Alisa Hutton
Excellent, Trees, the source of great power and comfort.
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Yes:) I am planning a little visit to some trees tomorrow actually!
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