and in the sting of bees, there are many has beens, should beens, roots of thoughts burrow deep, branches of fantasy flail uncontrollably, when winds of desires, gales of tears, rainbow suns of hope call out incessantly, where should we be? In the company of trees, where we still dream. Here's the second #collab prompt for #NaPoWriMo. How would you feel in the #companyoftrees? Collab and write a poem. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #tejaswiniaura