On an old country porch a dog lays and waits. He hears the sound of a truck and his tail begins to wag. Laying on a pillow dog bed patiently by the front door. A scottie hears heels on the walk way and prepares to welcome her mistress home. A chain link fence surronds a tudor cottage as border collies dart back and forth in excitement as a bus pulls up in front of the home. School age children run to the gate as their furry friends are excited to play. From here to there from seaside cottages to dusty country roads, dogs wait to greet their family with unconditional love, it truly is a dogs world.

Someone save me I cannot save myself. I am trapped in a prison of my own making. Help me anyone, open the door and set me free.

I envision the ways that I can **** you. I see you bleeding out. I work on the intricate details. I still haven't finished the complete plan. I sit and watch you  intently , the urge to finish you bothers me. I feel empty inside because I'm not sure how it will end. You annoy me to no end. I am tempted by you completely. I just want to cut out your heart, then savor each exquisite moment as I consume it. Watermelon why do you tempt me so?

The sunrises and the sun sets. The seasons come and go. Rivers flow from mountains into the sea . Things change everyday. A person's skin wrinkles and their hair turns Grey. The world turns and people pass while others come into their own . I have seen joy and I have seen sorrow . The journey is an adventure and what comes next is not always known. So when I have to go away, don't cry for me. I am not really leaving, I'm just moving on.

I started as a seed floating on the wind. I fell from a tree and sailed until I touched the ground. I felt the cool earth and the warm sun. Then the rain came and I burst open. My roots pushed down and my sprout pushed up. I stretched towards the sky and into the cool deep soil. Spreading outward and downward, I embraced the life I was given. Despite the fact that I was cut back once or twice, I continued to grow. Then one day birds were able to rest in my branches and people were able to sit under my shade. I then put forth blossoms of my own. I produced seeds that flew into the wind. I know not where they went. As time passed, I saw new life growing not far from where I sit. New saplings reaching out in both directions. Perhaps one day our limbs will touch or our roots will cross over each other. Then we can tell of our journey. How each struggled and came to be, how each of us became a tree.

I started as a seed falling into the wind. I drifted along until I found the ground. The sun shined on me and the rain fell. I burst open and sent a root into the earth. I pushed up and down, my sprout reaching for the sky and for the deep cool earth. I drew strength and grew. Once or twice I was cut back, but I kept going. Months passed then years, birds began to sit I my branches and people rested under my shade. I watched the seasons pass until I could almost touch the clouds. I sprouted blossoms and shed my own seed into the wind. Now I see in the distance other trees like me. Perhaps one day our roots will meet and our limbs will touch. Then we can tell our stories about how we  became a tree.

I walk through the overgrowth and the covering Vines. The heat is stifling but I continue on. The noise is drown out by the deafening silence from everything running together . My senses are overwhelmed and I have become confused. The sun has been blocked out and I have lost direction.  I know the earth is under my feet but if I fall will I get up? The air is thick around me, shadows surround me and I reach out to grab onto something , but the tapestry of Green tears in my hands. I can feel the razor thin cuts from the leaves. I look up and see slivers of light but the sky is obscured to me. I know that I am surrounded by a vibrant world but it slips right  through my hands. So I will deal with the stinging of cuts so fine but that ooze my life from me. I am lost in the foliage searching for the forest among the weeds.