The Fairy Tree

Every time I tire of life, Solace is found in woods. Canopies shade my fears  Trickling crystal waters Alleviate my cares. Minerals run wild despite Ancient cold inertia Restoration once more  Imbues my weary bones. This year, though, I stumbled Upon a precious thing, Which, as it stands today, Offers no subtle hint Of what … Continue reading The Fairy Tree