By Judy Solmonson, Becketwood Member
I hear the trees speak as the wind howls through their branches. They say, ”I am strong…this wind brings even greater strength to my body. I bend in ways I never expected. It feels good to expand knowing that my body of origin remains strong.”
The wind howl is so loud and strong that the pine tree’s dance becomes almost frenetic. Will it withstand the wind’s power? The flag pole leans and bounces while the flag itself whips straight out and then around in every which direction. Crisp fall leaves are swept from the ground high into the air enjoying their dance up above the buildings celebrating their reprieve from moldering and decaying into the ground, their destiny in the cycle of life.
