This Sight To Behold

Look at that. That beautiful sight. The trees with the sun coming through the leaves. Those amazing and huge redwoods, the smell of the trees and dirt and you turn a corner, go down a little hill and you see it. The stream. That stream that mumbles along it's way as if it's trying to tell you something but you have to keep listening, no talking, to hear the song as the wind comes into the chorus and brings along the leaves of trees. This song goes on with the birds singing the verses to tell the world that it is this day and no other day. That you should think of this day, not tomorrow or yesterday but this day that goes on for these hours.