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?


4 Comments on “Forest, My Friend”

  1. Thank you, hope you’re keeping well

    Liked by 1 person

  2. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks for your good wishes, Heath. I’m fine. Be well yourself.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Kristin_Bea says:

    worth to read… ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Thanks Kristin, much appreciated ❤️

    Liked by 1 person


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