I want to sit in the middle of a wood, A wood green and primordial, A wood that existed before the chaos, Before the chaos that is man, Before the leviathan defeated God’s snare, Where the air is pure, And only has been breathed by the trees, By nascent creatures, It’s quiet in a wood like that, There is quiet and only simple sounds, Wind blowing, Branches swaying, So very quiet, My mind hungers for it, It is sated by the quiet of these primordial woods, But I also want you there, I want us there, Sitting in the green, In the quiet, Tucked away between some massive tree’s roots I want to hold you, Like the roots hold onto the ground, Forever, With no intention of ever letting go, I want to sit still with you, I want to be Present
