The cities are sour, Filled with people that cower Yet silently, in bliss; the trees flower.
It all began on the path behind my parents’ house; The one I had walked so many times, Laced with all the greenery nature could provide, And forever remembered as if my spouse. On this occasion, the sun had long since set, So I saw by the grace of the Luna in full, Who… Continue reading Frost and Dew
Would I be right in assuming that, most of us have at some point in time, longed to be present in an isolated forest or wood? Perhaps it could be a different part of nature; under a waterfall or an open plain smattered with wildflowers...but you get my point. Isn't it strange how we long… Continue reading Primal Allure