darkearthsuggestions:

i await you, deep within the forest —you come running, yet you cannot find me. mushrooms begin to grow as ivy intertwines ‘round your ankles, and branches covered in a deep moss become your arms. the crows nestle in your lichen-hair while you grow still as stone. the forest, full of twisted trees, smiles at me. i smile back, deep within the forest.

(via thedruidsforest)