Jan 2020
Above the ever changing trees
Lies the ever growing tower of stone.
A swift mountain breeze,
Causes the stout wood to groan.
Like a pebble
Being blown lightly
Across a desert storm,
I was unknowingly blown
Off of the towering stone.
Lies the ever growing tower of stone.
A swift mountain breeze,
Causes the stout wood to groan.
Like a pebble
Being blown lightly
Across a desert storm,
I was unknowingly blown
Off of the towering stone.
There was more, but it changed the way what I had written appeared to me, so I cut it off.
