Light filters through the leaves, making shadows dance along the ground. Wind whistles through the trees, creating a melody only I can hear.

Petaled blooms paint the mountain side. Rivers carve a path in stone. Clouds chase sunlight across the sky. The quietness eases my every fear.

Long I had been journeying, until the path withered away. I pursued it hard in aimless turning, but I found myself in the depths of the woods.

Fear took hold on my spirit and bones as the night transformed into another day. I could not accept that I was utterly alone despite doing everything that I possibly could.

My calls were silenced by the wind. I could not remember from whence I came. Memories stolen and thoughts cast adrift. I searched the less and emptied my thoughts.

In the midst of solitude at last came peace. I returned to the creator the love He gave. Like a breath of fresh air and cool water to drink. In order to be found, perhaps I needed first to get lost.

Picture credit- Peter Holme

Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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