Lay me down in a bed of fern
Let the beetle crawl across my chest
and the dirt paint my back.
The ocean of sound adorns the canopy
stirring the trees and lulling my exhausted mind.
I am is now a distant story.
Posting every day since 7/21/21
Lay me down in a bed of fern
Let the beetle crawl across my chest
and the dirt paint my back.
The ocean of sound adorns the canopy
stirring the trees and lulling my exhausted mind.
I am is now a distant story.