Their gates are open to enter, but even travelling on wheels are as a passing ship to a stranded island. Depending on how courageous are to stop by and see whether the resources are for taking or the one giving.
All source of light behaves just like a flame burning in the rain, unless guided by a sheltered path that light won't burn for long.
That world considered out there is as a place kept in the bag, it's not just being let outside but that outside world being let out of that bag.
If only their protective behaviour was just limited to where to exist, than drag the minds thoughts further afield, then may just realise whom it is to be protecting.
Their patience is a virtue, for where the path to walk leads upon stepping stones to gradual take, and to their true intentions they so deliver honestly. To others it is all about getting it right, the perfect reproduction, that nesting to make the right results.
In the forest; never know what to be walking into, journeyed so far thinking are adapted to the environment. Yet, it may seem to tackle just a minority, but their tactics is to be of a stranded one. Caught up in the middle of something to fight the way out of. Than turn up and get the job done, like confronting the bull in a field but unaware for the many others lurking in the hedgerow.
In the stones; are being as encouraging as a winged animal petting to go along and change directions for the exciting sensation it will cause, directions are only seen where they go off course from the original path like picking up a scent for that outcome ahead, of course some paths lead downwards where to find love because only the feeling is a sense of above.
St. Mark Ch.14:V.65 " - And some began to spit on him, and to cover his face, and to buffet him, and to say unto him, Prophesy: and the servants did strike him with the palms of their hands."
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