Creating a Super-Hero Part5

Next I will place baby saplings with very special care, do magic breath blowgun landscaping like it was a dartboard or canvas that once was bare. Family Tree I will bless it with new family members, to faun over as part of their grove. Undercover branches will weather the weather, watching out for their new treasure troves. They will sway and swing, elementals with wind-stroked wings, blocking out the glare and sting of the Sun like sunscreen. Sentinels with shades, scenery canvasing the scene. Or? Yeah I stick with what I said previously. Between Earth and her inhabitants does it really matter, when you really think, which is the hand and which is the glove, when we fit so comfortably? Not to mention, speaking of hands, not biting the one that feeds.... and hands of time and such things.... When we are as one together, does it matter whatsoever which is artist and which artistry? We are all here for a reason with a reason to be. The season of Life is God's canvas and the Earth and We His masterpiece. As a kid I dream of innocence, and things the way they really should be. The Earth I feel I know her well, and the many ways she reveals her face to me. In the foamy waves that bubbly kiss at my face. The dustdevil mini-tornadoes that entertain me when i'm bored with theatre of debris misplaced. All the other wonders that have caused the crowds to stare. The flocks of show off birds who are snychronized swimming the air.