Dead branches
Purpose fulfilled, they serve as a reminder that though a part may die,
the whole will live on.
Such is the way of families, countries, organizations, and humanity.
For each leaf which falls, a new one opens itself to the sun.
Stone paths through trees,
Nature Glorified and Belittled
A heart floats on the water, carefree, until caught upon the rocks...
then the heart escapes, free once more
The shallow river flows over rocks, causing thousands of ripples as the stones jealously grasp the river, holding on for the briefest of moments
A path out of Nature, to rejoin Man
I walk down it, stop at the threshold
And turn away
Less and less is my path marked by Man,
here, a step formed by a root
there, leaves carpet my path
Gone are the large stones, smashed to gravel
Nature reminds us that time is Hers!
Here lays a tree's giant corpse, broken in pieces and hollow, it serves as home and food now, returning from whence it came
...and all around, leaves gently fall, dancers in this shadowed place, they greet the next season
Houses on one side, the river on the other
Man and Nature war and romance one another
More felled trees, surrounded by Man's monument to Nature...
And here I stand off Man's path, hearing the hum of Nature, the wind in the leaves...
and the moment is stolen for a brief moment by a passing car...
In response, the Wind whispers louder, swaying the trees and switching shadows and light
I've become slightly lost...sometimes it is good to have no direction...
I will never view this river again, each blink or glance from the page shows it anew.
Calm silence to noisy rushing to calm silence once again.
Thus is the River life.
A leaf crosses my path, daring me to join its dance
Not all paths lead to tangible places
For a moment, the trees showered me with leaves
Heralding my return to Man perhaps?
Branches bar the path ahead, awaiting a man greater and more humble than I.
So, I turn back, hoping to be greater and more humble on my return...
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