Forest, My Friend

There’s nothing wrong with starting small

But without scale or growth, there can be no sustainability or survival

It’s not hard to imagine that a mountain is made up of small rocks

Which naturally, if not layered above ground, disintegrate to soil beneath feet

It’s not hard to imagine that a forest is made up of small groves

And that a road starts off as a narrow course

Love with a gaze

And that a revelation emerges from the maze

Not hard to imagine, or is it?

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