The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 260

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August 24, 2021

The glory of what this forest offers is such an incredible struggle to put into words.  The umbrella above is that of very long tree limbs blessed with a colorful array of springtime green.  The sunlight is a huge role player upon this canvas so bright.  The rays of light that add to what looks to be a glow on the forest floor.  And is that the message?  Too often we want all the light.  Instead of sharing it we move to locate more than what we can handle.  The same is true about the spring breeze.  The upper tops of the trees dance with nature’s music but I’m not seeing the long tall grasses near the slow moving stream dance to the same beat.  A great place for hiding.  Which is what so many of us do.  When we don’t want to be empowered by the light, the choice is to stay free of the winds of change.  We duck behind objects of comfort.  But are they and have they changed?  Once inside we can’t see why we were invited to that source of protection.  We choose to go within knowing that for a moment we are in control of the presence of now. There’s a lot of digest here.  Because we see ourselves in both places.  The tops of trees dancing with natures beat while struggling with today’s headlines in the tall grasses nestling the slow moving stream.  It almost feels like there’s no in between.  Life still exists in the middle.  For many we’re either on top or on the bottom.  Being in the center means what?  What does it represent on your path?  The middle.  Going up or falling down.  Personally in this forest that which I spend so much time writing about, I see more life in the middle than any other place.  From the owls to the squirrels, the climbing rose vine needing only so much light.  The one thing we almost never speak of while staring at the middle of the trees is the horizon. The places where dreams become a reality.  Being on top keeps you from falling witness to the growth of all living things.  Hiding in the long grasses nestling the slow moving stream blocks the view.  The glory of what this forest offers is such an incredible struggle to put into words.  Now picture yourself as a forest.