Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena had every intention of pressing and wandering her way back to the Celestine, intending to return to her duties before settling in for the evening. If she was surprised at the youth following her, she didn’t show any of it, pushing her basket further up her shoulder as they began to walk across rock and stone. “I’m not sure yet. There could be a whole new variety of animals with the lands changing.” New ecosystems. New climates. New situations. New adaptations. A world of wonder before them, should people yearn to glance around.
Humming once more, she stepped lightly down from the winding trail, long strides extending further. “Rae. They believe in evolution and change, and Frey is their herald.”
Humming once more, she stepped lightly down from the winding trail, long strides extending further. “Rae. They believe in evolution and change, and Frey is their herald.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
