Mercia Rozario

Mercia Rozario Quotes

    It

    It is an inaudible whisper.
    Hated for its naked purity.
    Maturing secretly in the
    Quiet spaces of the forest,
    Hidden from the sun. An outcast.
    Too fearful to be grasped.
    Yet, like an insidious web,
    It is there.
    Evolving amidst ancient trees