Ancient Ones

I often sit in quiet contemplation of my surroundings. In silent observation I process the changes that nature presents, just for my viewing pleasure. Through the changes of the seasons I watch plants grow, from seedling to blossoming beauty. Tree leaves bud, grow, change their colors and fall. Giant oaks morph from skeletons to splendid sentinels in full dress uniforms, standing watch over the bivouac below. Throughout the day, and the passing seasons, the sun’s torch illuminates different branches and lucky leaves, as I watch. Each night the moon takes a slightly different route above my head, than the one it took the night before. I feel a kinship with the ancient ones, who gazed in wonder at their world and wondered why. For so do I. That, no surprise, for as you know I am one of the ancient ones.