One lead, the other follow…Out of curiosity, maybe loyalty or could it be a race…a race to a new beginning. Are they explorers seeking glory? To share exciting chatter about the far off lands beyond the river…maybe they will describe the strange creatures sitting in a dead tree that was moving in the river. I wonder what tales these friends might tell…I wonder what the world looks like through their eyes…




Perhaps I was tired, perhaps it was the hour of the day…maybe it was the trees or the homes that hid among them. Something felt magical as I gazed into this grove, thinking of hidden kingdoms and micro wars. The guardian trees stood ready to fight against the forces of the dark night.