Feet

It was a cruel night – dark and cold, empty of emotion yet corrupted, and it stabbed Nenusidh’s warm heart like a knife. The land was giving the ranger a message – a rather bitter message at that, that there cannot be mercy. The moon was neither bold nor strong enough to best the cruel skies, and the stars were too few and much covered. The land was covered in darkness, yet despite so, there was a fragment of light within the ranger.

Now when you stroll and walk around
Just pause and ponder at the ground
And give a thought to both your feet
They're more than bits of hairy meat

Your feet will take your everywhere
Far from the comfort of your chair
You'll walk across the countryside
And out the bounds, and far and wide

They feel the touch of tender grass
Of well-tilled earth and country paths
They wade in streams as water flows
You feel the rush between your toes