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
YOU ARE READING
It Was Thus, Or Whatever
PoetryMy words are not thoughts or simple meanings They are feelings And believings And everything-in-betweenings... This is my assorted writings collection. It's mostly poetry. I hope you enjoy.
