Tales From the Woods

I spent my childhood, my time, and my life growing up in and discovering the wilderness, every inch, and every particle. I had a love of the bud, sprouting on the sweet, tender trees which blossomed every Spring. The smack of the gushing Summer rains caressed me and everything which softened upon the wild rains. As the leaves fell and swooned upon the Autumn floor, my full body, limbs, and spinning head rested and slept upon the October nest which tossed every element of aroma and musky fragrance. I gently carved my way upon the white snow beds and ices of Winter’s wrath. From here I deserted the trimmings of the woods and tucked for a long rest in the safety of my thick wooden cabin.