The lush grove. Its a beautiful green with mossy rocks. It makes me feel calm and tranauil.
salt
there was something special about this grove. the moonlight shone in threads, glinting silver off glossy leaves. these trees were old. there was history here. there was belonging. there was purpose. and sometimes, when the wrong person wandered in, there was cruelty and spite and the ghosts of time came out to play.
The grove of birch waves yellow leaves, deer step through sunshine puddles, trillium at the edge of the woods. The girl leans her back against ridged bark.
The lush grove. Its a beautiful green with mossy rocks. It makes me feel calm and tranauil.
there was something special about this grove. the moonlight shone in threads, glinting silver off glossy leaves. these trees were old. there was history here. there was belonging. there was purpose. and sometimes, when the wrong person wandered in, there was cruelty and spite and the ghosts of time came out to play.
love
The grove of birch waves yellow leaves, deer step through sunshine puddles, trillium at the edge of the woods. The girl leans her back against ridged bark.