A conglomerate of wild flowers desperately guards the normally exciting, noisy stream
Large and small flowers, bushy, grassy, single stemmed, all drown the senses with amazing colors, all lean over the stream, embracing it for themselves, choking, slowing down the lively gush
Streams must pass and that is life
Desperately hoarding the lively, babbling water or a life’s running course only creates dammed up, silent, stagnate pools fit only for unwanted things
Streams must pass and that is life
The selfish plant life must be trimmed back, allowing the happy creek to bubble and babble on its way to God knows where…but not here
The selfish refusal to let go must be trimmed back to allow an aged father, who used to be a lively, bubbly human life, to flow on to God knows where…
but not here
From a beautiful but sad morning walk August 31st, 2017… I can’t stop my loved ones from flowing around the next bend and the next, any more than they can stop me. That’s what makes streams and creeks so beautiful to us. Enjoy the music of life while you’re in the presence of the magnificent rush…
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