Woodland runes

I hear you the woods…

I hear those whispers, I notice stories, I start to mumble those songs I heard…

I hear you.

I see the runes… of the leaves and roots, shadows and lights.

Like it was a language I have always knew though…

I try to act surprised…

I try and you laugh with your branches an needles with sap and rocks.

I know it.

It is my normality… well known you could say…

And sometimes you still surprise me.

You still manage to…

Teach me more.

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