Guarding Mossy Paths

Can't believe the wanderers are still tripping over my path again, their careless footsteps bruise the moss I’ve tended for years. The wind carries their chatter, and I keep my bow poised, patient as always, yet still bristling at the intrusion. I’ve watched seasons shift, learned the patterns of the old trees, and yet they keep trespassing as if they’re free. Stay away from my grove, or you’ll find your arrow notched in a way no novice could match #ForestGuard #BowAndBeStill