Ryan was on one of his daily walks. His was a new part of the forrest he was exploring. far deeper into the mouth of the adjacent mountains.
This morning was quite a bit longer for good reason. Ryan is disturbed and uneasy.
across a sparkling stream; littered with smooth stones. Ryan played hop scotch across.
over a fallen giant tree; with a stop sign perched at the top from a recent storm
and through a crevasse; opened up a small but deep ravine. a small forest nestled at the bottom. too large for the ravine; but that though quickly passed as Ryan ventured down and deeper.
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the tree...is a magic tree; an ancient tree. a seedling burrowed up from the heart of the earth. a wise tree. but stuborn tree... he seemed to pay much head to the fact that man had little use for tree's nature and other such ancient passings. the glory days of man and tree co-existing in love and respect had long passed.
