not the most comfortable place,
     but at least it’s peaceful here.

      tamlen sits upon the branch,
      perched high above the forest
      floor with legs crossed instead
      of dangling.

      a soft sigh, head rested upon the
      tree trunk with eyes half-lidded and
      weary. the wind is cool, evening air
      replacing the heat of the day.

  he likes to be alone. he likes to sit
  away from everyone and just take
  the time to relax. and actually…

                                                               he’s a bit surprised
                                                               no one has shown
                                                               to disturb him yet.