why???

Deep forests seem sinister, wise, and palatial, in an untameable way. I think they distrust arrogance and distrust human violence, and I think they know things. At worst, they’re quietly hostile, the wild beating of heart of the earth, whose only smiles are glasgow, and rarer still, forgiving. At best, smug, apathetic, or admonishing (trees can seem kind). I think we ought to tread carefully and reverently, with some scare in us, within the wilderness. Some are fine, some are brothers to us through God. 

It seems a bit erratic, ahah, but I can’t shake an emerald, ominous vibe off from them.

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