The leaves rippled from their stems.
A small path opened up.
One that had not been visible before the wind.
Sun peaked through in random spots.
Giggling could be heard in the distance,
Although the source was not seen.
When entering the pot holes of sun,
An incredible warmth could be felt.
Gazing up through the branches at the wide open sky
From the crowded ground below.
The clouds parted as it became clear
This nature’s haven was a perfect metaphor for life.
Maybe the path does not always lead to eternal sunshine?
Maybe that’s better?
Why isn’t it always clear?
In retrospect, the sun spots were not so random at all.
Merely a perfect intricate design of enlightenment.