Everything to want always seems to be already there under the feet. Waiting to be lured out in front so can see it is there to have.
For such a magical place, enchanted by its gentle yet wild life. And there's a way out from this surreal beauty. As if anyone will wish to leave.
It's not as if it is water off a ducks back. Since are riding upon that back like sitting on a saddle on a horse.
Things change where the surroundings no longer have anyone come across as the person they were. No longer trapped inside that lost woods, now open and free.
If only they remained the same as they did when to first have met. That playful kitten to have convinced, only now grown into a different person and intentions. Now others are laying down their law, showing which end of the stick is which. And if any stirring is to be done, then under their instructions.
In the forest; suddenly as if to stumble across, with what looks unbearably untouched. A tree that has grown beautifully to be in its own natural presence. So much so, it is now sacred for its untouched look and uneaten fruits. Glowing like it has been wanting to be found. To symbolise its purity, a bordering low wall around it. To not disturb what has been undisturbed for its entire development.
Hebrews Ch.13:V.15 " - By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name."
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