Hunter
, Backwards Into Gaia
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| No longer shaking hands with windy days, Even haired and well bearded with seasoned leaves Sharing the shade of peers, Telling tales of whispering woods Mother Earth breathing through branches, Stretching up skyward from the forest floor Larger than life is soft spoken in fallen glory, Demure and graceful with Green Man presence Lifetimes experienced Now resting to the sound of silent dawn, with crumbling limbs of fingers Browning whiskers of leaflets, Drying out last breaths While starting new life, Backwards into Gaia... Written by Ryan Patrick Shields |