Warm light…
cold dark…
pleasant tasty drink…
this is a simple life…
ouch o that feels lighter time to grow…
cold again better brace myself…
I… think the cold time has ended time to grow…
hello trees of the forest we thank you for your bounty again this year and we invite you to join the dance of the spirits.
Yea its that time again. I get to feel the dance of the fast ones that leave warm water. I get to hear the voices of the water flouter the flesh biters the warmth chasers and the other grate stoics. flower spreaders are always a joy to behold. Ow the song is over and I halve to return. I do not want to stop I guess I will dream about ant hills of stone again.
Watching the ants crawling around from the vantage of an ant was fun until the warmth came again and it was time to work for my survival…
Warm light cold dark a repeating cycle that continued…
little wet drops that washed my body tittle wet drops that I drink…
warm light cold dark I grow until I body can not support the weight.
ouch the feeling of parts of my body being broken of is never pleasant but it is better then the crushing weight of my own body backing under itself.
Now that the weight is gone I can get back to growing…
the little wet drops are turning hard as they hit my body time to pull the heat from the ground in order to an harden the drops on my limbs in order to survive the long cold…
the hard drops have fallen off… time to get ready for the warmth to come.
Worm light cold dark and I grow…
Spirits of the land and forest we thank you for your protection and offer you this dance.
Hello trees of the forest we thank you for your bounty again this year and we invite you to join the dance of the spirits.
I was excited it was time again I had been waiting for it and felt more words than I had in the times before. Not content to drift in the winds as I was pulled around the dance this time so I leaped forth and found a fast one that was fresh with all of its warm water still inside and started to match its movement following the movements that I have felt so many times before. But my shape was wrong I was the shape of my body not the shape of the fast ones. But I wanted to move so I matched the shape of the fast ones and moved in the way I had watched them move so many times before.
As I moved I whispered with the ones that floated in the water. I had a surprising amount to compare to the pray snatchers who ate the buzzers to nourish there roots. I talked with the the ones who greet the warmth with there face tracking it as it traveled. I reaffirmed my kinship with the grate pillars that stood for ages beyond counting most watching in stoic affirmation. Ass we all spread our flowers in a grand hurrah of life such a joy to behold.
No no no I do not want this time to stop but the fast one I have been moving with is expelling warm water and it is starting to falter but there are other fast ones who still have there water inside them but they are not moving but when the moving stops I must return but I do not want to yet. I know wall there are others moving I will stop this one lead it to the fast ones that are not moving let this one rest and bring one of the fresh ones into the movement and make a cycle. Ow this one dose not now the movements well nether did I at first lets make my self look like it there you go follow in the movement…
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I am happy I was able to extend the movement it is over now but I still want more. I will dream of the ant hills of stone? The things moving around the ant hills are in a similar shape to the fast things two branches two roots thin long leaves covering the entire body thickest on the top and bottom of the trunk a symbiotic covering of liken. And I am one of them in this dream I do not know where I am going or why but I am doing it the way all fast ones do it fast among the ant hills. The ant hills are not ant hills instead of pills of dirt it is more square cliffs of hard clear rock held together with the shaped bones of the earth.
My time in the dream of remembrance a remembrance of what I do not know ended as the warmth came as I basked in the warmth of the world I realized there where voices bellow me that could not feel the warm I was blocking it from them. I felt grieved I need the warmth and they need the warmth I wanted to help but how. In the end I cam to a plan to help those bellow me I would do as those who face the warmth do but different I do not need to face the warmth I need to Gide the warmth down make paths threw my coverage.
It worked for a time but I felt the warmth move and so I had to as well I tracked the warmth and soon I felt it was soon time to go dark and told the my friends as such so we stilled for the dark of night. Soon the warmth dawned again but if I let the warmth threw than it would not hit my friends bellow so I guided the warmth down to them some of my friends got more light then they where used to but after a some cycles of warmth and dark I got used to there needs…
Soon it became the season of many drops of water falling from the sky my friends need water but do not like it when hits them directly so I learned to guide water as well as warmth my friends appreciated that one of the fast ones also appreciated it and spreed the seeds of more friends under my canopy. This made me happy more friend is a must…
I love learning to track the warmth better this warmth cycle I realized that the cycle of warmth and dark is the same length of time when the warmth staid longer the dark was shorter when the warmth was shorter the dark was longer. I learned this by remembering the cycle I have felt for a long time in fact soon the warmth will stop getting longer and start getting shorter or did it already…
The fast ones are walking around with the shaped bones of the earth in there hand to cut what is to much for the ancient pillars tho I am a pillar I have no way of saying that I am an ancient. Why they passed me by are they not going to use the bones of the earth on me they always have before the cold time…
The cold time is hear my friends are not here gone to seed and scattered but all go in there appointed time including me this is something I feel is certain in every fiber of my being but I do not fear what has happened before. Why do I feel it has happened to me before MMM…
again with a withop I cast aside the frozen water that covered my body using the skill I have learned over the cycles of warm time of flowers and dance and of the cold as I what for the seeds my past friends to grow into new friends…
it is time again and I am waiting it is held in the same place as always I am not the first there are others who have been waiting Warm Dark cycles for this but I wont I have friends to help but it is this warmth and I am ready and the fast ones come.
Are we ready than dancers to there places musicians at the ready here we are my fellow elves lets begin.
Spirits of the land and forest we thank you for your protection and offer you this dance.
Hello trees of the forest we thank you for your bounty again this year and we invite you to join the dance of the spirits.
I found a fast one to dance with she was beautiful ass the warmth of the sky but soon she grew tired and so I guided her away from the dance and found a new partner he was strong and young too young to know the dance but I always gained such joy from teaching the new tacking there form and showing how there shape would do the dance best.
I watched the young spirits drift around the dance I talked with friends to far away to visit often the ones who lived in the river on the mountains. Where it is too dry to rain and the only water comes from under the ground. The forest of the elves is massive the forest of the elves is my home.
Fore a hundred cycles the dance went on I changed partners a hundred times I changed partners made my shape like my partners and danced most of my partners knew the dance only rarely did they not and it was as fun for me to teach as it was to dance with the best. But the dance could not go on forever eventually the music must fade as I always do at the end of the spirit dance I dreamed of stone towers.
I dreamed I was an elf but not an elf this ears dream was different then the hundreds of times I have dreamed this dream I dreamed of the time I was young under my parents I dreamed of the time I first fell in love and my broken heart when she loved another I dreamed of my leaning both on the field in a job in a school and in my private studies.
Even the warmth of the new cycle did not distract me from my dream I had already returned to my body long before the dark had ended. And I guided the nourishing warmth to my friend bellow my bows as I learned to walk again…
the cold did not distract me from my dream as I read books on fantasy and science…
only the dance could shake me from my dream but even then I returned to it as soon as it was done…
as the years go by the dream of remembrance made a kind of ordered sense I was born I lived I learned I played I loved I worked I endeavored and died as a man. I was I human man and with this realization I became one body one soul one mind two perspectives I could use and switch between a three hundred year old tree and I twenty year old man. And both perspectives as there first thought had only one thing to say
So I am a tree now
I AM A TREE.