I. March 21, 2023 ~ thehermitofeverything I can’t join in, Crowds terrify, When people stand, I sit, When there is noise, I am quiet, But if a tree was to ask, I would stretch up, Fingers leaf tipped, I would grow in one place, I would be a forest. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestEmailLike Loading... Published by thehermitofeverything View all posts by thehermitofeverything