I once saw a Fawn in a place that looked like Eden. I quietly watched it from a distance. The precious deer walked delicately through the mist covered ground nibbling on tender green chutes of grass. She looked so frail and innocent as I thought I could reach out and touch her, the delicate creature came alive and bounded away from me, leaving me to reminisce at the after image in the cool mist of a beautiful creature that had alluded me.

What story do you want to hear? What truth would you like me to twist? I have an unlimited imagination you see. I hid in the bushes while you were talking to the air, I know exactly what it is that you need. I am everywhere and no where. I am in the air about you. I can give you a little fib or a full blown fairy tale. I can give you what ever you need at the moment. Some accuse me of having a silver tongue, but I simply have my own version of what is truth. I will gladly share with you if you like, it cost you noting that you will miss. Oh it is true that when you get caught, I may not come to your defense. Depending on how well you listen, will determine if I can help you. In all things I am honest in that I will never tell you the whole truth. You see I am the Prince of Lies and will gladly be your friend if you like.

They come when there is an emergency. They will pull you of a burning building or get a kitten out of a tree. They mend the broken and the injured everyday. They will jump out of their comfort zone and go into harms way. Some of them wear Red and some of them wear blue. Some carry a medics bag and some wear a gun. All are unsung hero's when there is dangerous work to be done. In the dark of night or the burning sun at mid day, when you call for help they are never far away. First responders never running away from trouble but to the scene of what ever incident there may be or to where someone is in need.

I am a hot mess but I do so try. I have trouble getting it together, this I will not deny. I am a work in progress or so I have been told. If you are looking for an adventure then perhaps you would like to give me a try. I am like a wandering stray but if you take me in I will be very loyal. I am still trying to find myself, so if you like you can help me look. I am not sure what I will be thinking tomorrow or even an hour from now. I do however adore chocolate and flowers so if you bring me some that would be really great, I may even show you how much I can appreciate. So if your not scared off by my brass tacks attitude, come on a trip with me, though you might find that I am sometimes rude. In all of this is you like what you see, then simply give me a hug and just love me.

We grow food by the millions of metric tons. We can turn methane into gasoline, but instead we use corn for fuel. We throw away massive amounts of food each day because of invasive rules, when we could feed our homeless that live under bridges and in our streets. Perhaps we should rethink our point of view. If we make the simplest changes, just Imagine what great things we could do.

Walking silently among the flowers and trees, I reflect quietly on nature. I stop and look at a bird bath where little birds splash about and play. I watch as bees go from flower to flower busily at work. I hear their humming as they go about their task. I watch a squirrel scamper down a tree and run across the path in front of me. He finds a choice nut and runs back up to his perch again. I close my eyes and feel the gentle breeze, I let it blow over me. I take in the sounds and scents of nature, as I am alone in the garden that is all around me.

The sounds of horses thundering can still be heard on a moonlit night. The cries of coyotes pierce the darkness. In the early morning mist, the images of Buffalo can be seen floating in the air. The distant beating of drums and the tom tom echo down the valley and over the hills. Deep tracks of wagon wheels can still be seen fresh in the grassy earth where deer still run and clear streams run cold out of the earth. History seems to stand still and the ghost of  memories past recur often on a path that once saw many things, this a haunted trail.