walking through the woods i came across a man siting on a tree.

in tattered clothes and dirty beard he was a sight to see.

i said hey old timer what brings you down this way.

he looked up at me with eyes ancient and wise like dark liquid pools.

i could not look away his gaze was so intence.

he gestured with one frail hand for me to take a seat

and with a voice as if spoken from the woods them selves

he says stay and rest your weary feet...

i could not… Continue