I feel a rhythm I feel it in my toes,,, Do you feel it too? This is my forest. This is where I sink my toes into the mossy green earth. This is where I run and chase butterflys This is where I listen to my forest sing. Yes,,, I feel the rhythm in my toes. This is Methusula,,,,, She can almost touch the stars. She is the tallest tree in the forest. She stands so proudly She casts shadows as the evening comes rolling in. Her strong branches are like shelters to all the trees around her. She is the oldest tree in the forest. Do you feel the rhythm? Sometimes, all the trees talk.,,,,,, but Methusula is the best stoty teller of all. I love to listen to the stories. This is a story that started like this,,,,, "Once upon a time,,,, A raging storm came barrelling out of the sky! The winds blew The winds howled and sometimes the wind would make us fall. The winters were so very cold, we shivered ! Sometimes our branches became cracked and withered. and sometimes our branches tumbled to the ground. In the long hot summer, we would sing for the rains to come. We needed the rains to quench our thirst, We needed the rain to wash our dusty needles. Little birds that perched on our branches, well,,,, they needed water too.
I sat quietly listening to Methusula. I was pondering, when all of a sudden Methusula asked me to come and place my paws on her trunk. I reached my paws ,,, as high as I could and I placed my hands on the soft moss ,,, I felt her heart beating,,,,, I felt the rhythm,,,, I felt the beat, beat, beat. Methusula said softly.,,,, "You see, I am old, and I am leaning. My roots are tangled yet they are very strong. Someday, I will fall, but my time has not yet come. My heart will beat as long as the rhythm lives in the forest. You must also keep the rhythm in your heart,,, " My forest is old, but it will never be forgotten. I will protect my forest.....by keeping the rhythm beating. I will keep Methusula standing,,,, she will never fall. I will find a way. Sometimes when my mind feels jumbled, I walk the bunny trails in this forest. Sometimes I find treasures right before my eyes. I never know what I may find, until I search. This is my forest, this is where I find the rhythm that beats in my heart. Nitey nite my friends love tweedles
Hi! I used to be three, but now I am six years old! I am a happy puggy.
I live in the forest, and I talk to the trees.
My wish for all the other little animals in the world- is that they have a "forever home", just like me.
I love being loved- and I wish it for you!