Usually when I think of a forest, I think lush, green, shady, expanse, serene. Sometimes, though, a forest is bare.
A forest full of bare trees leaves everything feeling naked and exposed. A vulnerable forest can be just as beautiful as a lush one. Sometimes it is home to objects that do not belong, but the forest accepts what we give it and will gladly reclaim anything left in her care. If you follow the forest far enough the journey just may bring you to the very edge of itself and the beginning of something unknown. Maybe a lake or meadow, maybe a yard or a road and sometimes it’s just a little clearing to remind you to stop and appreciate the beauty that surrounds you.