250 years

[haptalaon]

In the dark woods, surrounded by the tall trees, I saw them as I had - the ancestors on the hillside, except now they were all around me - and I thought first, pity that these trees are so young, not like the very ancient beings I am seeing within them; and my thought came back to me,

but the gods are young - we are not at the end of days, but in their earliest beginnings, and as our lives are short - they are young and laughing still, alive and stretching forth in strength like young trees

Comments

[annofowlshire]

Beautiful.