mossy forest stream

down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
beside a stream

under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets
and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place

I love how nicely today's blip's song song matches up with tomorrow's blip's subject matter (I'd been gone for the long weekend and I've come back and started uploading my blips from the trip).