Most of the wood my brother’s and I played in was recently bulldosed down. I walked across the bones of the gentle giants, pines, elms, buckeye, birch,oak, paw paw, all of my friends lay dead.Their bare, wirey, sharp, brown remains spread into a wide long path of tangled death. I walked upon the corpses with bare feet, my blood mixed with theirs.
The slaughtering lead me to a trail I was unable to see through the thick tangle of arms before.I follwed the trail until I came to a wooden bridge spread across a small creek. I crossed the bridge into a large, bright green field. I had seen this field from a distance, I would marvel at it’s beauty from afar since it was impossible to get to it through the thick forests and high cliffs.Yet now I had found a way.I sat in this field all day and all night.I was grateful for the green grass after a long, cold winter. I stared at it and ran my finger’s through the grass like lover’s hair.I looked into the graceful blue sky until it was speckled with the evening’s stars.