January 26, 2013 § 2 Comments
The door is open. Would you care to step through? To venture around untraipsed wood on messy trail, led by your choices to green glades with sprigs of sunshine. Symmetry, color, beauty forming one plant in so many. The lovely caress of gentle wind, the earthen smell of dirt and grass, the little voices of a chipper choir: surround.
Or perhaps, if other paths you choose, ones more clean cut, to a barren land not awoken by morning dew, not breathed upon by blessed wind, and not warmed by sun’s drowsy rays, you arrive.