Long-lasting Stories

She watches

Isolated

In an entrancing solemn forest

Gazing into my heart

Beating like the twinkling stars

Above

I amble towards it

With wondering eyes of pearls

Footsteps into the past

Visions spring to me

Like magnets

Gymea Lily loitering defiantly

Scent of my hope ablaze

Hanging in the air

A generation of roasted stems

Nourishing meals from its roots

Brushes and mats

Rebuild a village