Reflection TREES VS WATER
The tree told the water from the river to stop flowing because it was drowning its seeds. The water, already knowing, told the trees- that the trees "needed to drink more and the water would then strengthen its leaves enough to no longer have to lose its seeds."
The trees knew this would be a problem and could not understand why the water would respond in such a way.
Oh, the nature of the world is that tomorrow will be different than today-for the only consistency is change.
Normally the water would move where the trees asked; and where it could not go,
it would ask its husband from above for help. So, Sky would collect himself by blotting out the sun as he joined his wife in a private show of affection that sprung forth showers to desert lands, leaving traces of her to where the river had no connection. And this temporarily fulfilled her requests to be where she could not see her reflection.
For a moment, this union of sky and river was like the two were holding hands and sharing a kiss; bodies in perpetual motion, a vivid detection of Bliss.
The seduction was felt through the winds.
Today was different, and the trees could tell the river would make no amends.
Mysticism, roots, potions and spells. The trees knew a lot, and knew that something was coming; but what (?) they could not tell.
They threw their roots deep in the ground. Deeper and deeper where they believed there was no water found. To an outside eye, it would appear the trees had sunk. But they knew fastening their legs deep in the soil could only do so much and there would have to be another defense to clutch.
The water laughed and told the trees, "I feel what you are doing. My paths have changed and I am inside you all. There is nothing you can do unless you choose to fall." So with this said the water began to rise. If trees had ankles the water was up to its thighs. The trees were fat and the trees did swell. Pretty orange leaves budded for honey bees to swarm. Animals below looked at the trees with great alarm. The forests grew dark and they grew much more damp. Slithering things once hidden were pronounced now, revamped. A mist hovered the ground, thick--it was called the fog. Clouds from above drew, although still….little rain would fall.
"This is not the doing of her husband, no it isn't." The trees told each other that another was present. To the stars they could call and signal their waves of parted tree branches and signs shown through shades.
If the stars did not fall and could still read the signs, in the twilight of dusk before darkness becomes the night; then the stars could darken their glow to lessen their halo and the earth could tilt to force the water-steady to tip over and spill. So the trees did just this at dusk and they spread their branches apart. They pointed their leaves up and up in the direction of the northern star.
For days nothing happened and the months grew cold. Colder than ever before and this secret "WIN-"was never told. How the water grew cold and heavy to the ground. No longer free flowing but heavy, thick and still bound.
River called to the trees, daring them to do what they will.