Change is near. Soon, you’ll see us for who/what we are. We will be naked. Be prepared.
I came to say the wicked in their ways fall away as fickle, fragile, dry, brittle much can be said as little gone awry you and I the dry earth crackles and creaks it is my thirst my survival seeks I see you the reflection in my leaves leave me dry or water me highContinue reading “Budding Trees”