We see the weeds, overgrown, tangled in a web of its own devising, and miss what is beyond. Through the thicket and over the dry patches, a land of promise is found. A piece of green goodness in the midst of it all.

A place of hope.

It’s only seen from a window-like opening in the brush, easily missed in the forest’s nest. Yet, it remains there is a world beyond what we see or know,

unveiled to the seekers,

known by the believers.

Perhaps if we seek, we will find.

Till the next chapter,
Katya