โThe wind makes her sway, and meanwhile she listens to the whispers of news from here and there. Stories of growing, falling, and rising again. To be part of it all. It is the passing on of tiny seeds โ the return to the forest driven in tearsโ.
ยฉ E n i s โ r
— dedicated to a light bringer.
song: Tรฃne Mahuta -John Metcalfe
