In this nut, I saw hands, open yet cupped hands while my friend saw a spider, both weavers. As the spider weaves a web, how many hands have woven threads for blankets, quilts or words in a tapestry for warmth or souls to be fed.
A few steps over I found this petroglyph in bark shaken by winds from a nearby tree. I saw a condor and Monument Valley. My friend saw a knight on a horse etched by nature's hand.
The trees hidden language in bark and nut, skin and fruit, awaken a sense of wonder and adventure for what's considered the small in nature so we might sit at its feet and listen, learn.
-Dawn! The Good News Muse, 4 March 2011
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