Daily Prompt; Landscape


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When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees?

I see the trees first. Then as my mind starts coming alive and I have had my two cups of coffee, I begin to see the forest.

I can see big fuzzy bears showing huge white teeth. I can see monkeys making fun of me when I let life over take me. The pointers of the beasts  show dripping saliva as they lick their lips and wait for a tiny morsel from my soul. The laughing of the monkeys makes me shrink into myself, causing a lack of confidence to take over.

I see a man swinging from tree to tree. I think he is gorgeous. His soul is sitting on the outside of his chest and I can read words of caring, compassionate, loving and family first.

I try to do the look or send body signals to let him see that I am interested but he keeps swinging staying just outside of my reach.

I see slimy snakes wrapped around tree trunks and they hiss at me. They want me to come near so they can wrap their bodies around me and smother my life a way from me. I am smarter than they are, and I stay my distance.

On the ground walking in little groups are the creatures that can not be seen easily. These are the ones who play with  my mind. They bite hurting words into my skin and they do their best to carry me away from what I represent. These are the smallest of all but have the most powerful sting of all.

As time passes me by the minute and I realize I am actually here in my seat things change. The fog and mist lifts and I realize that only I can make the changes so badly needed in my life.

The wild beasts of my mind disappear. The rain stops and I see the promise of a good day in the rainbow over the tree tops. Life is good and I can now smile. My days are filled with challenges. The beasts continue to try to irritate me, but the son of God is on my side. The forest wither into tiny new seedlings and the beautiful leaves come pouring out of the strong branches holding life for me to reach up and grab a piece of it.

Picture It & Write Oct.14th, 2012

Innocent is what she was. A little girl living in the hollowness of the almighty tree. A child that had been dropped off by some unwilling female who did not have the guts to turn the child in to the proper authorities, instead left it here in the forest for nature to rear and nurture this life.

A child of innocence, who learned a special language. A language taught from the wild life who lived in the depths of the circle of shadows and branches. Animals protected and leaves kept her dry. Sunlight filtering gave her eyes to see the beauty surrounding her.

Words that can only be recognized by nature would spill from her mouth, and the branches would scoop down and lift her into their arms providing love and support. This child wanted for nothing and now as a teenager, she was naive to the outer edges of the world. Love and peace were her vocabulary. The animals were her friends, and there was no hate to be recognized.

She did not need much food as the berries and the fish from the nearby stream fed her. As fires for cooking would be seen in the darkness of the eves, trees would bow down to her, forcing breaths of winds to circle around and go else where.

As she was gently lifted into the sleep of the  nights, deer, and rabbits, and a fox or two would gather around her and keep watch until dawn, and then scamper into shadows of the land, waiting until needed again.

To live a life with no pain or sorrow, to be innocent of the foul play that intertwines our lives, to love all and to  have no jealousies, is a life that many of us would be envious of. The mother that left the child to fend for herself, actually brought to life a creature like no other.



A writing exercise completed for Ermilia. Thank-you for this opportunity to expand my mind.