On a day like any other
I went walking down a path
I had disobeyed my mother
Not fearing her mighty wrath.
She doesn't like me wandering
In the woods out by our house
Yet I am always pondering
This time quiet as a mouse.
I went while she was sleeping
To explore this "horrid" place
I noticed something seeping
But my steps I can't retrace.
You see I am blind that's why
She don't want me to be alone
Doctors thought that I would die
Although at the time it was unknown.
I feel the spirit of forty-two
Placing my hand upon the tree
Now that I have merged in too
Trapped here is forty-three.
Author notes
#100 picture inspiration
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