sevenling

I stand in a field, I'm full of life and healing.
When the night creeps in, I embrace myself with warm light.
Crisp air, apologetic to my soul, understanding is my heart.

I stand in a field that shares its time, new colours i’ll have to learn.
The cold asks for my name.
Wounds fade to soft scars, and intentional, gentle habits.

I find comfort in cold sorrow, I always return.