Post by Raimi Stranger on Aug 24, 2013 13:23:47 GMT
Messiah
From another place, one seed fell here, on the edge of this hill. This now-tall spreading knew no surrender...
No other measured this steely purpose, this was no war of proof ...but your sure becoming, in isolation from their gusty winds.
And now you bend with the gale which blows and your needle shower scourges the bare blasted Scottish rock and solitary pine, you know the strange happiness of your desolate home...