I've lost myself in a hundred woods, and none have felt the same.
Each one left a kind of stain, a blueprint of their own uniqueness. Yes, these trees posses a thumbprint.
Have you not laid eyes upon the Grand Mothers skin? Her bark is magnificent.

Observe the stretch marks on your thighs,
do they not bellow a thunderous storm?
Are they not when the lightning strikes,
a scar upon your trunk? I see us in these places, in these fucking magical things.
We are the manifestations, of all the wondrous things.

© daniellemilicaj