#WhisperingNature

Feel me my dear brothers and sisters,
Find me, but not upon the path of monsters.
Seek me for I am standing and remain strong.
Comfort me, for I am admitting my wrong.

O tree and o spirits, enlighten me;
For I am lost and frightened upon thee.
And so weary where I feel the terrors upon me,
Wise men teach me to be strong unto thee.

For where am I to go,
When I am not myself.
Or where i will stand and bow,
When my enemies gather upon thyself.

Who am I to stand the horde of slaughter?
When humanities desire felt mischievous laughter.
And trembling actions of disaster.
What man stands upon to philosopher.
© The Book owl
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