sunflower souls

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

There were a few decent assortments of fallen branches, but she was picky for this particular, impending staff, and so she advanced through the lush thicket, barely straying from the path. It was likely safer that way – especially since she’d already been turned around multiple times.

What Lena didn’t expect as she searched through bracken, clover, and many other plants, was a stranger’s voice in her mind. Straightening up immediately from her crouch, the Caretaker took a few glances around her before answering; uncertain, unsure, and hesitant. Clutching her basket tighter in her hands, she yielded to kindness and politeness, gestures usually well received. Hello. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm