What would the world look like if we paved around the trees? If the power lines were placed to move around their branches? What would the roads look like on a map if we moved them to follow the lines of boulders, built bridges to cross over rivers and slunk through the paths of a forest of trees? What would the world look like if we made the maps to move with those beings around us, instead of through them?
On this cold November morning, now that the leaves have fallen from the trees, you can see their branches and behold their beauty. The trees are sitting there, naked for all the world to see their scars, the trees are sitting there for all the world to see every limb that has ever been cut, every branch that has ever fallen victim to a storm. All is laid out before your eyes if only you take the time to see the truth that lies among their glory as they reach towards the sky in praise of another day of life.
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a map to your heart is paved in gold
twisting among the branches of time
turning into the rays of the sun
swaying with the breezes of tomorrow
swirling around in the mists of yesterday
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