Resting in the Redwoods
Resting in the Redwoods
As I entered
the old growth forest
the wood nymphs
whispered my name.
I kept walking.
They kept talking.
“Here, now?” I asked.
“What are you waiting for?” they answered.
“This is The Present.”
As I entered
the old growth forest
the wood nymphs
whispered my name.
I kept walking.
They kept talking.
“Here, now?” I asked.
“What are you waiting for?” they answered.
“This is The Present.”