4.2.14

woods

we need to go to the cabin
we need to feel the derelict comfort it offers
As we build a fire, we'll sing songs praising the silence
we'll smile at things only we can see
This is where we need to be
This is where we come alive
So much beauty must come from god, right?
a god so willing to be perfect
all this beauty must be shared
I know no other way to describe it
I know this place has magic
you see it too, don't you?