It is gaters and moss and dead trees feeding the rivers and ponds… it is life that hides from outsiders,
the heart that feeds everyone.
It is life that masks as death for even in the word of death there is life to ponder.
The rivers that hold demons like mosquitoes here come the sweet birds that feed on them, thereby singing us a song to feed us on….
This journey through swamp and through valley and through waters of all kinds… listen sister; life loves you.