tarkis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- somethings never change and the winds blew gently.. the rustling of the dried leaves waking.. tickling as they fluttered over her nose and closed eyelids. she was awake and listening to the music of the trees as they groaned and their leaves.. what was left of them rustled. She heard the deep sounds as movement fell silent near the rocks.. she heard the scurrying of life in the moss... she heard the birds calling to her... waiting to dance with her. and turning her face to greet the morn.. she felt the sun warm and comforting on her face. She was awake and in the place that never changes and from which all change occurs. She was home. But the winds were changing.. even she knew that.. change. what is and isn't and what will never be. jumping up she hugged the great tree that she slept near.. thanking him for protecting her during the night... liking the feel of his bark on her skin.. contrasts. and she jumped up onto her rock and sat ... looking... she was ready for play... and her laughter floated thru the forest as butterflies played tag with her.. the forest smiled. it was another day. 7:25 a.m. - 2006-02-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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