Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena was an attentive listener; always had been, considering her family, and now her occupation. Wisdom, sagacity, and the ability to simply take everything in ensured the animals in her care could be mended and tended to appropriately, and perhaps she didn’t see it any differently now, with the hummingbird fluttering before her.
Sons of Attuned, passing down the bloodline and heritage, siblings interspersed amongst regions and gardens, unfamiliar names that mattered to the little bird. Pondering over the statements, she smiled, easing another wave of gentle and affable ease into the forefront. She wasn’t certain if the current parameters would be the right fit, but she could at least offer something for the exhausted youth. Would you like if I found you another space in the gardens?
Sons of Attuned, passing down the bloodline and heritage, siblings interspersed amongst regions and gardens, unfamiliar names that mattered to the little bird. Pondering over the statements, she smiled, easing another wave of gentle and affable ease into the forefront. She wasn’t certain if the current parameters would be the right fit, but she could at least offer something for the exhausted youth. Would you like if I found you another space in the gardens?
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
