The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 336

The week of Hurricane Ian. The storm did its fair share of ripping leaves off the trees and dropping weak limbs to the impatient forest floor. I stood on the soil looking upward. Trying to assess the connections. Our lives as humans is no different. Storms from the past tend to unearth in future times of struggle. I can't predict what will happen with these trees or inside of me. But we're blessed with the opportunity to study the connections. It doesn't have to be on a mountainside or at a festival. The stories that made you can physically break you.