Things change not only for the better but to accompany those who set out to change things. The prey no longer is hunted, infact they're the hunters companion.
Not sure how many times this story gets told. Every occasion it gets proven wrong, time and time again.
It's how they're brought up, raised to believe in the spirit of things. A life dedicated to those significant dreams of being wild and free.
Everything is all mapped out, gone through the drill already. The world is the oyster.
Well isn't this a reverse in roles, what is comforted in now wishes to be comforted too. Maybe not make it seem too obvious when seen amongst others.
In the forest; that gift they been wanting, waiting patiently for, with anticipation. They'll soon realise the gift was not as expected. On its own it is a fine piece of workmanship. As they intended on sharing the joy with someone, however, that some one isn't there to be found. Alas.
Isaiah Ch.17:V.8 " - And he shall not look to the altars, the work of his hands, neither shall respect that which his fingers have made, either the groves, or the images."
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