Between the trees

They know us.

They understand…

Still, they too often just cry…

Too often… and pieces with this photo you can buy here Teespring.

Too often are so sad.

It is not so easy to hug them, because I can feel their sorrow.


Still… they heal me.

I feel better when I leave the woodlands.

Blessed, baptized, maybe even… promised a special, long life?

I feel me more…

I feel…

Finally feel where my family is. The start and the end.

The past and future… yup, my wrinkles, if I grow up, will look like this… like amazing bark. Would I be happy about it, nope… or maybe yes?

Maybe I finally will fully get it.

That we are one.

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