By Morgan Harper Nichols The sun is still rising,the wind is still blowing,and out here in the wild,you are growing. And there might be dayswhere you might struggle to feel it’s true,and you might struggle to trustthat here in the wilderness,there is more ahead of you, But I promise you:as sure as the groundis beneath your feetand as sure as the morning airholds space for you to breathe:you are still…
