I returned to the forest to witness once again the changing landscape. To me it is God's constant canvas. The skies were clear. The wind was cool and comforting. The fields were waves of colors. Some were cut wheat brown, others dark manure brown, and a couple deep grass green. As I walked my familiar path of memories of the little village I looked for other colors.
Red poppies, all in their different stages of life reminded me of my dear Poppy as a young dog, an aging dogand a spirit that plays among us.
Light pink roses, marked by the harsh weather of the changing season reminded me of the peaks and valleys while I lived among them.
The golden, rotting, and fallen apple made me think of the unity and individuality of us all.
And finally the melodic, peaceful, beautiful dew drops that shine a million colors. The little sunshine capsules. The holders of forever light.
