Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Forest

Another one that I wrote a long time ago...around September 2005

As the sun rises, the morning dew drips off the beautiful green leaves. The pine trees towered over us with clusters of pine cones around their trunks. The bronze-colored dried pine needles are what remains of the years before. They were lost as summer slipped into fall and they no longer clung to the branches. Now the forest floor is carpeted with these remnants from the past. The birds in their nests sing softly as we pass underneath them. The squirrels and chipmunks scurry about frantically searching for their precious acorns. The sweet melody of the bird's song combined with the rustling squirrels, and the rhythmic pulse of the insects provides an amazingly unique experience. Although so much is going on, one doesn't dare speak for fear of obstruction of nature's beauty. This environment provides all of the necessary elements for deep personal introspection where one can contemplate God, nature, and the majesty of life.

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