Traveling forward ever searching, reaching and trying for the
destination that calls to me. Hearing it’s sweet sirens call echo in
the wind, soft as a whisper yet loud as thunder to my ears. Speeding
faster now, wings beating, hair flying, light shimmering in my wake.
Ahead, shining bright, moon shadows play off it’s gnarled surface.
At last reaching my goal, I wrap myself in it’s welcoming branches.
♥ Robin ♥