Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Another hum resided under her breath, soothing and assuaging, as she rose from her crouch, stepping down lightly from the stones. Leaving the newfound birds to their own devices, keeping them in the back of her mind for further research, she stood beneath one of the more towering trees, adjusting her basket along her arm. “While we call it The Climb, it isn’t really a mountain. It’s a network of caves, with some higher summits near the waterfalls.” She pondered over the pragmatics of everything now – especially with the alteration in landscapes. “I’m not sure it’s very easy to access anymore either.”
At the other inquiry, she allowed another slight smile. “I drew that one because I’ve never seen it before. It has yet to come into the Celestine. I believe it’s a new species.”
At the other inquiry, she allowed another slight smile. “I drew that one because I’ve never seen it before. It has yet to come into the Celestine. I believe it’s a new species.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
