come and listen

Dear Wilderness :

Be at your best. Her armor is thin as the fabric of her dress. I know the rules ... the weaker trees bend. But make her immune when your temper storms in.

When she gains her balance, be as still as you can be. When she's climbing branches, be the feathers underneath.

When she regains her balance, be as steady as she needs. When she trusts you blindly, be her worthy lock & key.

Though it goes against every grain of your sand - like turning wolves into lambs - be your best for her.
Your best for her.

& when she finds her balance,
be as gentle as she needs.

When she shines her brightest,
let no dark cloud intervene.



[ speaking to me ]

-sleeping at last-