• stellar2 6w

    Either side of me
    I touch the tree trunks
    Look up at their dense canopies
    Stumble over arching roots
    Sharp stones under my feet,
    Shadows ahead, behind,
    In my head a whisper sweet:
    Follow your star.
    There is no empty patch
    That I can see
    In the forest’s density.
    At last the tree trunks part
    I do not go too far
    To see
    Hanging in the inky sky
    A bright trembling star.