the forest was drowning. I could hear the trees caught in the struggle between gulping down the water and dying in it. like our lives. deciding between embracing life to it's fullest or living safely a little longer. But, like the trees--we didn't have a choice.
I watched the earth awake out of her slumber of shadows this morning. I welcomed her light and saw her chase the darkness away. When the coast was clear the birds thanked her by singing her their beautiful songs. The butterflies came out of hiding showing of their beautiful colours. The flowers turned their head to watch the sun rise above the tree tops. How can I not be grateful when there is magic all around?