The Burrow

My heart lays within the burrow. In the stillness of this place there is beauty, its envelopes the terrain. Softness is embodied in the rich colors of both shade and hue. Lush emerald herbage, grass swaying within the current that embraces you. Twilight, a glistening blanket ensnared within the ebony backdrop. There is an abundance of life, it thrives in the meadow. To the wolves who bay. To the coyotes that cackle. There is life within the burrow. May you play in the evergreen for an eternity, your mind privy to time. Chase the swiftness of the jack rabbit, paw at passing fireflies. Nestle yourself among the comforts of the vegetation, embrace both warmth and wonder. Incarnate is this place. For my heart lays within the burrow and as do you, as do you