4.12.16 Standing there

The wind was blowing through the overhead trees, and we were standing down by the river itself, as he played and mucked about in the muddy water, dark and well stirred ,by all the magnificent recent rains. So I stood there, watching the powerful current race downstream. 

I looked up at the hills beyond, in their purpled distanced noticing the crimson hue of millions of Maple blossoms that were peppering the landscape with their tiny delicious blossoms. 

I was looking at the elegant minions of small saplings, all from seeds fallen thick in these waters, and all stretching up through icy nights and snow packed days and frozen rain all winter long, only to come to this day, still rooted , despite the strong rushing waters, as these small ones prepare to set leaves, themselves. 

I turned to leave, flush with all that is life and survival and good.