To the tree outside my window.
I see you waving at me in moonlight,
As the midnight breeze blows by.
Thank you for standing watch in the night.
To the tree outside my window.
I see you waving at me in moonlight,
As the midnight breeze blows by.
Thank you for standing watch in the night.
Everyone knows that meadows lead to woods. So they are part of the woodland world. I love what they have to offer along the way. Some of the best art work is in meadows, such as these Pre-Raphaelite beauties. Walk through the meadow. What will you find?
It's 4:29 AM and I cannot sleep. Usually when this happens, it takes a bit of distraction before I can get to sleep, hence this post. If I were a bird, I could sleep in the trees. If I were a fox, I could sleep under trees. If I were asleep, I would dream of the trees. Good night.
I am made of woods, and rivers, and winds, and wildflowers. I am part grief, and part hope, and all love.
~Victoria Erickson
At church,
the choir today was wildly out of tune.
It made me smile out loud.
The choir in the woods, though,
is always perfect.