1 March 2012 Daring A time the traveler knew would come through dense and dreary forest.

That time when sky and sun the same, alight with golden compassing, would teach the wanderer his way along the glades and grandeur amid the walls a crackled face the trees cried out in desperate, lonely calls, and the wanderer consoled them in their agony he thought perhaps there s more than waiting. waiting. waiting. for the !irds to race the dawn and the flowerets to reconcile with "race. #o, searching went the wanderer into the !ranches and the tears, intelligence made pure and tickled out the secrets of the leaves all that was fear in veins forgotten. #o laughed the wanderer $uietly and walked within the envy of the violets.