I would like to take you to a special place. . . that waits for me to share. . . the innocence of its beauty. . . and a rhyme that's spoken there. Spoken is the rhyme of trees. . . that spring vast in an upward flee. . . with branches reaching high into the sky. . . imbued in brilliance and greenery. Their bark at base. . . thick and swollen. . . their roots held firm in land. . . tells their ancient tale of life. . . a life lived long and grand. Trees are homes for wondrous creatures. . . that fly through the forest light. . . swift and playful they dance and sing. . . their poetry in flight. They sing to trees a melodic tune. . . a song so acceptably heard. . . natures gift unto the trees. . . are creatures we call birds. As I watched these amazing creatures. . . swooping towards the ground. . . my eyes were filled with vibrant colors. . . of flowers all around. Helianthus mixed with Geraniums. . . and Tansies dressed in gold, Chicory and Columbine. . . and Alfalfa blue and bold. Holly hocks stood proud and tall. . . their colors true and set . . . subtle pinks. . . white and reds. . . with shades of violet. As the flowers spread. . . with bowing heads. . . so wonderfully abound. . . came to my eyes. . . a small surprise. . . with a soft faint buzzing sound. A bee was buzzing to and fro. . . collecting pollen from the flowers. . . and a butterfly. . . had fluttered by. . . to watch the bee work away the hours. As I watched the bee at work. . . and the butterfly at play. . . I knew that I would have to leave. . . or I’d most surely want to stay. So let me take you back my friend. . . to where the path first lead the way. . in hopes that maybe you and I. . . would return again someday. Off we go. . .into the wild blue yonder. . . the wind blowing in our face. . . thanks for coming and visiting me hear. . . in this very special place.