For A Moment In Life...

As I sat on the hill and waited for the darkend trail through the woods to once again become a moon lit path. I pondered on the stars and the thoughts of my Fathers words, of feeling safer in the woods at night with the critters, than in the city around people. The critters are more afraid of us, than we need be them. As the clouds passed and the moon began to slowly reveal it's self. You can't stand still..The words echoed through my head. When the sorrow over whelms you an you feel like you can't go on. You can't just stand still, Dad said. Standing at the top of the now, fully lit path. I ran down through the woods as fast as I could, wishing I would never stop. Slowing as I reached the clearing to the fields, then beganing to pick up speed again, through the fields, over the hills, cross the creek. To the large hill over looking the pond. Where I collapsed, laying there gasping for breath. As my heart slammed into my chest, half from the run, half from the thoughts that raced through my head. Laying back, I looked around desperately trying to absorb my surroundings, and black out my thoughts. I let out a scream, that sent the birds reeling in a flock of fear and annoyance. That came echoing back to me across the pond and field in an almost unrecognizable voice. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, imagining I was inhaling the earth, the stars, the sky, and then lay there feeling ashamed. And began concentrating on the soft cry of a night bird near by. Who in it's braveness returned to see what kind of creature was making such a commotion in his or her woods. Clouds passed again over the moon, leaving me in the complete darkness that surrounded me. As well as a moment of silence too. As the night bird became still. But, only for a brief moment before crying and shrilling out loudly into the black of the night. I listened thinking perhaps it's mate will answer back. But, there was no response. I tried to make some shrill sound and cry, and the bird flew away in quick, what I assumed was definite annoyance, this time.I loved when the moon light lit my surroundings and luminosity reflected off the pond with a florescent glow. And the slightest breeze would make the shadows of the trees dance around me. But, since the moon was now still covered I did not mind the darkness, thrived on the smell of the earth, and was lost in the melody of the sounds that surrounded me. Mom said, You can't run forever, this is true too. I watched as my sisters and brothers tried. But, here amongst the woods, I could breath, and here I had a feeling of oneness with nature. I laid and watched the clouds pass over the moon many times. Here then gone, here then gone, but always to return. Unlike life. But to never experience life, never experience the moonlight. The heart surly would die. I lay there till the rising of the sun, and the crickets no longer had any thing to say. For the morning birds began to wake..