breathe

I walk amidst the forest. The wild winds envelop my being. My call is written across the inky sky—silent beckoning whispers of an imminent return back h[OM]e. I kneel on the forest floor as leaves are blown in mystical union. Breathe, beauty; you were made to be free. Walk yourself back h[OM]e. Taming wilds for pennies, freedom for tears. h[OM]e, where I may breathe life back into my bones, sing myself to the place residing in the moonlight call—remembering our ways—rememberingour deepest wisdom. Everything is as it should be. Breathe, we were made for these times