Golden waves...

It creeps up on you...as you slowly trudge your way through melting snow. Knee deep struggling to find your next footing. As you slowly regain your breath into the silence..ping..ping..ping. Throughout the forest, it softly vibrates, liquid water caught in pails, a drop at a time. Boiled at the right temperature, it pours out like a golden wave, caught in the sunlight -mesmorized by the spiraling twists and turns, a momentary work of art, only to be captured in memory. Each batch a different nuance of gold. A tasteful bounty which needs to be savoured as each tree takes about 70 years to come to its maturity. They cannot talk, or express wants and needs, therefore it is easy to forget how unique each one is...next time you walk pass one take a closer look, you might have missed something.