posted on Feb, 21 2013 @ 01:39 PM
Brooding and ancient, the forest beckons. The timbers standing guard over their wonderful secrets.
Peacefully soft footsteps fall into pillows of moss, releasing antediluvian smells of rotted wood and sweet decay.
Jewels seen scattered, sparkling on their plush carpet. Shining like so many rubies and sapphires, wet with dew.Tempting with the knowledge of
their sweet juices, abundant and priceless.
A great private symphony strikes up a haunting sweet melody. Free and unfettered, playing only for itself, shares a bit of it's love with the
heart. Quick and carefree, never knowing when the intermission is over.
Taste the crisp purity mixed with mustiness of age. Fleeting and changing with every step, the essence of life,the breath of the Earth is sweet.
Rest on a bed of moss, softer than the finest feather bed, conforming to every curve. Giving, enveloping, cradling the spirit in the most gentle
embrace, soothing, loving and protecting.
Share spirit and Love in return for the peace and beauty given, return the essence from whence it came, continue our cycle, unbroken. Yet, hide it
from the wicked and the destructive. Here death is life and things continue as they should, untainted and perfect. Those without the love will never
have eyes to see anyway. The timbers stand on, ancient and protective, guarding the most sacred treasure, of Life.