_of your name_

Mike Koontz
Jan 23 · 1 min read

These trees that stand,

growing here, upon this hill

They sometimes crave

nothing but

your delighted mind, while they dream

of far away

stars

and mountains

caught inside

this night of dreams, and somewhat

coated

fools, those that live

but never see

Rain, that rise

slow it falls,

like dogs that bark

soon

a torrent stir

Amongst their roots,

can you still

remember, all that water

receding, growing ?

Like an echo

far out at sea

the mud that travels

on the wings

of bumblebees

There

they stand

our old trees

they still

sway and whisper

of your name, your scent

like

the night and sea

Photography and writing by Mike Koontz

music of the day

sleeping stars by Wintersun

https://open.spotify.com/track/5wldLik2T3G8YfTWqAy4Yy

beyond2c

From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.

Mike Koontz

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Author & Photography. PT, health & fitness. Science and sustainability advocate | aNorseView.com , Scandinavian.fitness.

beyond2c

beyond2c

From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.

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