Scrapes, rustles, snaps, cracks, calls
Song of the trees, of the creatures, the world before it was ours
The best world, the truest world
I think
Of lived life and killing death and
A million souls with every step
That world is with me
In the trees
It Was Thus, Or Whatever
By impic_
My words are not thoughts or simple meanings They are feelings And believings And everything-in-betweenings... More