Of The Moon And The Frogs
When the moon is bright, and the frogs call to the distant the Thunderclouds…
When the days are long and the dragonflies stretch their wings to glide through the air like coloured kites…
When the Summer Storms are done and the Tree Beings glisten in shimmered silence…
What Songs does your Garden whisper to you?
When the Path is Unclear and the Journey long…
When the trail is untrodden and the Tale unknown…
Who lights the Beacon to show you your Way?
And through tempested rain and mist and fog, through hail and wind and threat of drought, what Secrets is your Garden aching to share with you?
Sit a while and let It come. Lend It your ear, lend it your Heart. Though it may take time, surely you will come to understand Its measured rhythms.
Each instance may seem different than the last. And you may ever feel uncertain. But rest assured your Garden knows You as You know It. Lend it your Voice and allow it to Sing through you.
Happy Writing!