Walk through a forest and see branches silhouetted against a blue sunlit sky. Jump from bog to bog, smelling the musty watery earth below. Meander through a meadow and hear the Red-tailed one’s cry. Touch the Spruce, Hemlock, Cedar and Pine…feel the energy flow. Taste all the offerings of Nature, fore which God to us bestow.
Melting ice beats to a sacred rhythm, as the Sun’s warmth awakens the land from a cold night’s slumber. The nocturnal ones give way to the day shift, as sounds from the Northern forest commence their daily numbers. A cool mystical fog lays thick on the receding snow, from the lack of a stiff wind to guide it through the old growth, that has yet to be found by the logger. The Maple has gathered it’s sweet flow of liquid life to re-energize for another season, as the hawk on it’s limb spots the first morning meal, creeping out from last year’s leaf. And another day of life starts here on Earth.
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