She sees solemn faces and serious stares,
but the urge to investigate, to run and play
and do things they dare not is strong.
Still, there is always a voice on the wind.
A warning, whispering,
"Take care not to step from the edge of mischief into trouble."

Like a tree shedding bark with the seasons,
you must learn to protect yourself.
Stand tall, grow strong
Shelter those in need
And bend with the shifting winds.

The trees whisper.
The swamp replies.
Don't listen. Don't answer.
These are not your secrets to tell.
Keep them safe. Keep them quiet.
Guard them well.

Like thunder chases lightning across the roiling sky,
Change Will Come.
Like snow crushes the grass that soaks up the melt that waters the herd,
Change Will Come.
Like the sea touching the mountains and the sands grazing the treees,
Change Will Come.
And you will see it all.

it starts with a spark
a tiny beginning, so small and pale it is easily missed
a spark that would wink out without a touch, a thought, a breath
a kiss of life
a spark that becomes potential
potential that warms and grows with spring
and in the warmth of the first long days of the season
grows and thrives and stands on its own
but she never forgets the needy spark

It whispers through the branches
It sings, bright, clear and alluring.
In small hours when the sleepers sleep
the dreamers dream
the spirits roam.
Then comes the song of twilight and she must follow.

It comes.

It waits.

It changes everything and nothing.

It hurts.

It heals.

Comfort, frighten, birth, destroy.

You will see.

If it can be found, it should be shared. If it can be done, it should be dared. When you bring them joy, it sets you free. This is who you're meant to be

Your life. Their life.

Rest when you are whole. There is no solace in solitude.

The world is so big and we are so small but it waits for none of us. Go and see.

Run!

Live!

Follow the sun while it shines!

Darkness is not for us.

Live for the day!

Fear not the color of the berry; it makes the water sweet.

Fireflies wink in the darkness.

Guide.

Reassure.

Protect.

As long as there is light to pierce the darkness, we are safe.

Keep the light within you.

Share the light with those in need

In the darkness of the dream, he hears a steady thrum and worship, so close to his ear it might well be inside.

At first he doesn't know the sound, but soon it becomes clear: a heartbeat.

Not just any rhythm, but his own.

He knows, somehow, that times will not always be as safe abd warm and still as they ate now. When hard times cone, whether fight or fear, ut ushis sound he must search for, this sound that will be his guide. This steady beat that will provide for him and all those dear.