- The Kid Who Spoke So Pure -

Ignorance blinds us;
yet we blame it on the sun.

Love fools us;
yet it is done never done;
simple words;
simple stools;
all made made with imaginary tools.

- [Journals of Elves] -

To say such things;
to know such things;
to be anything; one, must first ask a child.

"Who are you, and where did you come from?"

This very child, in it's honest being;
would condition itself to say, my parents.

Two pair built from the ground up; accorded to culture and feelings built by nature that is itself.
How do we, go by, and lose ourselves in such that we, no better than this young seedling?

I myself have lost my way, and wander the dark woods alone picking mushrooms, and loganberries; for a winter's eve. For a taste, I know, will do in comfort; in time being.
To toast to good friends, and fellow gnomes.