flock of birds


Your people are bark-skinned and tall as titans, with ten foot wide root bridges.

You are crowned in green, yet you change your hair with the seasons.

Moved by whispers in the sky, you gossip and talk between each other.

When we’re not looking you make like the Crooked Forest and move on to new lands, like hundreds of moving castles.

This post is a little different as I have been looking into poetry lately. Outside of my blog, I’ve been writing poetry for years and I figured that I could exercise my poetry muscles here as well. Maybe there will even be a designated day for posting my creative writing😉…

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