He likes to walk in the forest alone, go for days without seeing another person and not care where the deer path takes him
He's given up maps in favor of wandering.
He likes the word, 'aimless', and the birdsongs he knows are important.
He likes bramble and thicket, stand and riprap.
He likes to watch the fat Robin at work in the morning and the Great Grey owl rise through the trees in the starlight.
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Once a child, now a man.
Once at home, now on his own.
He has found his passion.
He has found his gift.
His passion is for creation.
His gift is for seeing its beauty.
His passion is for learning.
His gift is for teaching.
His passion is for learning.
His gift is for teaching.
Teaching others about creation.
Teaching others about its beauty.
This is my son, the man he has become,
Matthew.
