Musing Green

At first, there is silence, not the silence of nothing. The silence of nature. Flowing water echoed calls and faint rustlings of life from every direction. I bath in it, feel it, and even drown in it. The everything and the nothing of it. A womb of life all-encompassing at once. I almost don't want to open my eyes or stir from this place, this moment, this time. A deep sadness comes as I know I must. Life never remains still and peace is but a privilege of the powerful. I move and my eyes open to the endless green, it's beauty timeless and enduring every time. I feel the green give way as I stir, moving into the waking world more and more with every moment. Little changes, the green does not notice or care. I breathe in deep of the life around me and in the very air, a softly sweet and slightly wet flavor. It was time to do more than stir, it was time to hunt. I flex my muscles and spread myself wide, only a shedder around me takes notice. My feet dig deep into the green, holding it and feeling it between my toes as I move from it in a bound. Forcing new life through my limbs I am propelled by force and will. To hunt in the green that embraces me so. To take from it that which will be returned in time and brought forth anew. I wake in the green, I slumber in the green, and in the end, I will be the green.

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This is one of my entries from one of @ErwinBlackthorn writing challenges. Enjoy. ;)