fog and sunshine

[creativesoul]

the trees were standing in the yard and the leaves had spoken about time and things that fell from her piece by piece- the colors transformed each of the days and the sunlight kissed the morning dew in a quiet comfort that seemed somehow rare and filled with secrets-the day brought the expectation that somehow whatever needed to get done, would- in an effort that seemed like a sweet blanket of warmth and emotion- the happiness that licks your face with a puppy like enthusiasm- became her- like a naked glistening sensation rustling within- the leaves dressed her in a forest moss-
the tree branches grew form her womb, where her children lay- in a dormant cave... she has grandchildren now and the many conversations held with the wind and the caress of rain were alive with in like a widening space of creative juice- she smiled at these moments-tenderly- knowing the things that perhaps - seemed foolish to the ones that did not listen to the branches when they whistled to get your attention...
a small child came running beneathe her skirts chasing a ball- and laughing- she felt the wrinkles of the elderly skin and the childs small hand touch her soul-
as the child ran back to her mother- the sunlight seemed to gently amplify the golden strands and the rays of life that wore a new life like a crown, her breathe was so sweet...the mother sat on a bench reading a newspaper-detached= waiting for her break in the movie industry, the child continued to play and waited to see if her mother would stop the world long enough to enjoy her life=
that would be a time when the things that seemed very important were tossed aside-for what seemed more important in a world where trees were fallen for profit and here - the grandmother s watched in hopes that the things that meant something =would be noticed- 'what about love?' the little girl asked the tree-
that is something that i can give you- that you can give others, that you will know when you have felt it from another- in many ways- it will have many faces. many hands, or none at all- you will swell in the belly- you will stretch beyond what you thought you could do- and you will understand with your heart, and your head will spin in the search of those things which no longer serve you, and you will let them go- each of these loves will teach you another way to understand the things that you and only you were meant to know'
the little girl went and looked at her mother- and then ran back to the tree-
how will i show my mother about this kind of love?
'she will be someone that will not see the same things as you do- you see my little one- you have to set her free'

the mother called her, and said 'it is time to go'
she looked up at the tree and said' i love you'
the tree said 'i know...'