Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
At the statement, the little bird could only unfurl her curiosity further, eager to hear if there were any other multitudes. I wonder if you have the same stories as us. Or if there were things that differed below the waves, magnitudes of fathoms land-dwellers couldn’t possibly begin to dissipate and comprehend.
Her eyes went to the puff of a seed pod collecting itself from swamp to mermanta, bemused in the way it had managed to find another bout of survival. Willow, she copied, nodding along, knowing the tree well from many books. There might’ve been one or two in the midst of the Celestine, when the enclosures found them suitable for the animals traversing within. It will do well here. Providing shelter and a wide expanse, with eventual, long drooping boughs, leaves forming veils and curtains of shade.
Her eyes went to the puff of a seed pod collecting itself from swamp to mermanta, bemused in the way it had managed to find another bout of survival. Willow, she copied, nodding along, knowing the tree well from many books. There might’ve been one or two in the midst of the Celestine, when the enclosures found them suitable for the animals traversing within. It will do well here. Providing shelter and a wide expanse, with eventual, long drooping boughs, leaves forming veils and curtains of shade.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
