Shaman


I've tried million and million of years over to make myself stronger than I was before.
I'm wiser.
That I've made it to the point that all I know is the knowledge of what's to come.
Be nice to the mice, she said. For they have spirits too.
I enjoy being with nature, I like the trees too.
They have spirits you know?
No they don't! That's what she said.

They're just here to protect us from the rain.

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Poetry more in a story format. Short story/reflection.