rolling, moving, dense and wet.
why can't i see the tree that once was there?
everything is blurry and mysterious.
it engulfs; it infuses; it holds me like a shrouded lover.
on every side, all around.
it has no beginning and it has no end.
coming and going without warning.
a special beauty that needs willing eyes to see.
seemingly obstructing my path, but is it?
it hides; it confuses; it creates peace and presence.
it's alive and well...
and i am in awe.
