Their comfort is as the leaves of a tree, for that same desire as being above the ground. Knowing to have wings ready spread when to have a turn for new.
Like honey to a bee, that sweet after taste to leave behind for someone else to have for themselves.
May well be tough on the outside, but being controlled need to have some sense for direction to go in. Knowing where matters are too hot, as might manage at first only with the encouragement could get burnt.
Their fashion is dead as a dodo, as who else dresses up as that. Unless are just at the wrong place at the wrong time, like a fish out of freshwater.
How being thoughtful has changed, a gift that is now a delivered package, alters the meaning of receiving something from the heart. Others are as the air to breathe, the pulse to feel, the mind to inspire and the feet to stand with. What else could really matter!?
In the forest; broken land that begins to rise like mountains forming, as the ground beneath had finally cracked. Forcing the slates to climb, and appear as old wood of a tree trunk, with grains as layers of pages to an ancient book. And just before that last nail is in it's coffin, this bent rusty nail that was dormant is a ledge for everyone to hold onto. As their world is shaken up with the changing surroundings.
In the stones; on a cloud above just drifting and slowly fading into a distant horizon as there are more ways than one to let off steam, and when there are those who think are higher than thou and cause a storm will be that silver lining as energy needs to be saved for when being that hero, love being that lightning to strike twice in the same place knows where horizons need to be.
Deuteronomy Ch.4:V.4-5 " - But ye that did cleave unto the LORD your God are alive every one of you this day.
- Behold, I have taught you statutes and judgments, even as the LORD my God commanded me, that ye should do so in the land whither ye go to possess it."
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