The bones of a thing...

Hush whispers the forest.. Quiet your mind, breathing deeply into my still but always growing ways. Hold so still that you hear the tall red firs exhale.. Here my song of growth and decay. You may claim your heart but it is I who owns your bones. Give to me freely and I will return.. I will sustain you.. You worry of your body.. But what of your spirit that withers amongst the concrete.. I am no longer there.. I am here child..come feed your bones for me...~©April Graham

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