From tree to tree...

A thought in the wind, just like the water that flows downstream...
Passersby in this moment we call the present, will they ever come back?
In memory maybe, but never to return.
Like the sun rays shining down on the green grass, or the birds flying south.
Each having a destination, a purpose, a meaning for why they are part of this world, of nature.
Like the laughter of kids playing tag, the gentle purr of a cat, all sounds which we can relate, yet not fully understand, for it's a moment we tend to live, but don't savor it for what it is...
From tree to tree...
Person to person...
The sky to the sea...
Colors in the distance which we rarely see.