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Nov 12
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Blitz

Nature Trail


The birds sing loudly as I walk down the old beaten path, leaves and twigs, being crushed and snapped under the sole of my boot. The squirrels scurrying around the ground looking for nuts to survive the winter. The sound of the cicadas who have emerged from the ground and are seeing above the soil for the first time in seventeen years. The trees are overlooking the whole forest, towering over everything, only the birds can reach heights taller than them, the guardians of the forests. The ant colonies scurrying to find food for their queen and young, marching in almost perfect lines across the trail, ignoring anything that might walk across them. As I walk down the trail, I stop at a stream, the water rushing down hill, if you lean closer to the water's edge you can see the water striders glide effortlessly atop the water. If you look below the striders you can see schools of tiny minnows seemingly lost as they dart randomly in the clear water. I still walk ahead on the trail not knowing what I am walking on the trail for, lost in an endless sea of green. I then stop and look up, a birds nest. There are three little baby birds in it, waiting for their mother to return with worms, I leave them faster than my other stops as I could not see them well. I then find a clearing, picture perfect in my mind. The trees have surrounded the area, so the sunlight shines through into the middle, as if to tell me there is something to see. But I ignore my instinct to go look around, instead I lie down in the middle, the sun shining in my face, it’s warm light on my skin.  
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Posted: 11.12.18
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  1. William
    Nov 13, 2018

    This is a beautiful piece of nature writing, and very much in the American tradition of Henry David Thoreau. He has always been one of my favorite writers — if you have not read his works, such as "Walden," I think you would enjoy them!

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