the trees had a message for me

I was lead to the trees.Here I watched a single string of web dance in the small breeze. I was peaceful and quiet, listening to the russle in the trees--the falling of the leaves onto the ground--crackling and whispering to each other. I am completely present in this moment. only one voice. Loving. Being. Present. Reflecting.

Even nature can be cruel sometimes. The vines corrupt the trees all around me. They creep everywhere at their trunks; slither around them. Squeeze and drink they dry over a period of years. In the Fall the only things that look alive are the vines; proudly proclaiming their green and living vibrance! Especially over the trees--dead and bare/naked. People use this pathway at the bomb shelter for jogging.

There's a bridge in front of me over a river of vines. I have no concept of time. I listen as the cars drive by to the hill, next to this sacred place. The joggers run by to find their cars in the parking lot. And a single string of web still dances to the small breeze; the path of the tiny spider that lives in the trees. The leaves are browning at their edges clinging to their branches in the face of their death. Oh, nature can be so cruel (!) in its majesty of rebirth.

The Branches reach out at me, "Embrace me. Surround me. You are water and I love you and you keep me alive as I breathe and keep you alive."