Story a day: 2.21.16

Prompt: I’m actually weirdly running low on forms so I’m gonna try a pastoral. It just means you talk about how great hills and trees and shit are.

The mud will not ask you
If you’re hurt or sad or scared
Among the rocks time can’t accrue
The human realm impaired
The leaves care not to listen
The river does not glisten
The dirt and rock feels no joy
No lofty faith, no lowly fear
The mountain isn’t playing coy
The stone will lend no ear
Alone, you walk along a trail
Alone, you fly or fail

Leave behind those petty woes
That drove you to the trees
‘Neath leafy roof no one knows
Or cares for man’s disease


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