#333- Nephele ✨'s Literatures

They are old, persistent, unweathered and ever there- rigid in the current of the river of time that races past and ravages near all else.

The trees weren’t just cut down, they were taken. Even from where she stands, she can see more of those deep, long, narrow holes on many of the stumps. At the same time, however, she sees a forest of new growth, nursed by the giants that once stood there. Every stump is capped in moss, grasses, saplings, creeping vines and flowers. Entire colonies of ants and termites have homed themselves in some of the stumps. Small rodents and birds have hollowed out their own spaces, picking out worms and beetles, trilliums and salal, filling their bellies and lining their nests.

Written by niksthename on DA