Though they toss and bend and bow, they hold fast deeply rooted in the ground. Our friends are the support keeping us from being blown apart. For in life we must bend and give like the trees in the wind. Our roots support us drawing in strength, from friends. Gayle Paths I know the way the path turns at the top of the hill at the place where none return.
Endings are just beginnings.
No looking back. No need for a map. Just a quick twist, a swallow falls. Is the way to begin a journey to farewell of the land where pain dwells You can see it from here. Just over the horizon Just beyond the edge of the black is where I soon will be.