Patience …

Patience waited …

On the edge of a branch he watched his (the) world forever changing.

Dawn choruses to late night screeches.

Sunshine dappled through leaves to detritus, mulching into the wood’s woven carpet.

He understood the language of the seasons …

His woods.

Time spans beyond human comprehension.

To be of the earth so long.

Yet to be so young.

Patience