Dusting away the cobwebs leaves only stories to entice the imagination. Stories of distant journeys and mysterious tales for unknown beings.
The value of things is not their worth but for whom they are worthy for. That is the attraction they behold for whom they belong to than the price it has.
An established tree that seemingly has been stripped of its branches. Has a story told from its roots, however that reflection reveals a more developed and fully grown tree.
Can the dense woodlands be a place of concealment or a place to clear to recreate. To be lost from sight or out in the open is by the choices made.
A bird set free from its cage will soon return if it knows what is good for them. Is how a passionate relationship is thought out during the heat of the moment. Not all birds are in cages, others are free and nested in trees. However, the apple do not fall far from the tree, in the same similar light as a cage.
In the forest; life is like building blocks, placing each part accordingly. In the midst can be a different shade of grain, an adaption to adjust to. Something being out of place yet at the same time is a focal point. There in the distant a place to get to, reaching that point illuminated by the moonlight. Must pass through the shadows and dark corners of entwined mass of chaos.
Ezra Ch.1:V.6 " - And all they that were about them strengthened their hands with vessels of silver, with gold, with goods, and with beasts, and with precious things, beside all that was willingly offered."
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