Trickling down the river flows the essence of the trees. The place where each lifeblood comes together, forming new isotopes, dredging among the earth.
All things that breathe whisper in the wind and the waters.
Crow flies down, drinks. Cautiously his guard waits. Calm and still warning signs of their own. Petals float haphazardly into the stream while crow blinks. Trigonometry in an instant.
Wherewithal of crow embodied unto me.