Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees.
How could you be anything but carefree on a summer day like this? Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree
The mighty stars in the mighty sky make me feel mighty small. Wordsmith Studio Creative Prompt: Mighty