Twas how the night treated me, on my nightly travels into the darkness. Where not even the moon can shine down upon.

The wind was sleeping, not even a shooting star stirred. No voices from a far. Only the light echoes of the highway over yonder, with the little splash of water from a frog, I assumed. The lone branch belonging to a cherry tree waved to the night. And I wondered if an animal had moved it or if it had moved itself.

Street lights buzzed their buzz as the cars cooled down and settled into position. With eyes closed, trying to feel nature first hand, in its calmed down frenzy from the daylight of the sun, wondering if such an act could be achieved. Could you feel such a power? A power so apparently greater then mere mortals, a power that's been here for much longer then we could even possibly know of, and I wondered… Is nature even aware of me? Not humans as a whole, but of me, personally. Is this conceit? Is this what it means to be human? Could nature know of me, little incognizant me? Nature feels so powerful and so
Infinite, I fear it doesn’t even know of me, of me with such a short life span when comparing my life to natures all empowering will… Its will to not only survive but to be seen in all its glory, its almost as if nature shows off. I fear my whole life, if I could spend it from birth to death outside in nature if it could even see me there- would my whole life, existance, seem just as a moment to nature? Another fleeting passing wind, another weed growing and dying among the garden...Could I even dream or fathom to be recognized by such magnificence and opulence?

Twas how the night treated me, as I walked into a circle of trees, all four trees were of different species. I did not realize, until I was in the circle and felt watched, that I was in a circle of trees. I felt as if I had interrupted their conversation, disgraceful; tis what I felt. I stood there, in their presence, and did not know what to do, almost as if a child getting catch doing something she wasn’t suppose to be doing. But at that moment, I sensed they accepted me and I stood still along with them. I'm not sure if they spoke back but I said my hellos and told them of me. I closed my eyes and said my appreciation along with my adieu. And I told them I would be back tomorrow.


Twas how the night treated me, after all. The night is less, when all seems to sleep, but I know it does not. How could it?

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