The trees bend towards me,
as the forest listens to my stories.
I spin stories for the greedy trees,
as birds circle and the animals play.
The trees beg for just one more,
so I stay a little longer waiting for rain.
Photo – Holga Jen
The trees bend towards me,
as the forest listens to my stories.
I spin stories for the greedy trees,
as birds circle and the animals play.
The trees beg for just one more,
so I stay a little longer waiting for rain.
Photo – Holga Jen
