is that everything is. Wanting nothing. Owning nothing. Signing its name slowly with the curve of the creek bed. Much has been said of awe, still I’m brought to my knees. I know it doesn’t need this from me, and that nothing does it justice.
The thing about a forest
The thing about a forest
The thing about a forest
is that everything is. Wanting nothing. Owning nothing. Signing its name slowly with the curve of the creek bed. Much has been said of awe, still I’m brought to my knees. I know it doesn’t need this from me, and that nothing does it justice.