as the wind rocked the branches and fluttered the leaves berry could imagine a living force inside the old tree ... a wise old creature that had seen all that had happened throughout the years ... in his mind he pretended that it was an old friend that knew him well ... he could imagine it beckoning to him to come closer ... the branches waving to him , motioning with their leaves ... to come over there and listen to secrets of time past and mysteries long hidden from human eyes ... life held a wonder within its living ... he always knew that it was special to be alive and have a soul ... and he regarded life as a precious gift not to be wasted ... through all lifes troubles , stress , and struggles , it was moments like these that he knew he was truly alive ... as the light from the street lamp struck small drops of dew that had formed in the grass he watched as a curious speculate of color burst forth from each droplet ... moving across the ground his eye could catch the sparkle of light that the water reflected ... acting as a prism , the colors would change from blue to red to yellow to green and white as his position changed ... that made his heart dance with the joy of a beautify discovery ... it was wonderful to be alive ... even if he didnt have all the answers ...