And in this moment pictured here, the tree is playing into the needs for survival, arching over as it grows. As the sun sets upon the woods, it’s time for the nighttime creatures to step out. The path is but a story-teller, of children scrambling about the bushes, of people holding hands and tracing a path traced by others over the years and of the forces of the river lazily curving about on the side.
Jumping Gene 
Well-said!
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Thank you!
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