My favorite place at the Newlands Stream reflects life in the early morning sunlight.
I see the patterns of death on the stumps of the alien pines. Patterns cut into the bark killed the trees.
The soft parts slowly wither away and reveal the pattern of the life energy once flowing so strong.
Meandering out of the earth in strange waves and shapes.
Dead wood falling apart and making room for new growth.
Brightness comes back from the darkness of death.
Fungi building castles and temples out of their own patterns.
A temple for the energy of life that is creating and feeding in an endless cycle.
Young plants are born and feed out of the decaying old.
Life is unfolding itself, getting up towards the sun.
As I leave the dense forest, flowers great me in a feast of color and light.
