Skeletal trees dance in the theatrical light storm; swaying and appearing only on queue. The trees sing their song of the ocean waves. The rain tenderly caresses my face while the trees invite me to dance with its breeze wrapping my body in its physical embrace. Stars are hidden in the blanket of clouds giving way to the backdrop of pulsating lights. The rain begins to sing its own song creating a symphony with the trees. Each has its own part in this symphonic soundgarden of rain and wind. My own sounds of walking alone are hushed by the wind as it begins to roar like a lion after its kill. A terrific battle of light against the dark sky slices the imagination with a heart pounding explosion followed by the rumbling sounds of thunder. The great ancient Gods prepare for battle as light and dark, silence and thunder, good and evil battle and dance hand in hand. Every action creates its opposite reaction as the light creates day in the evenings slumber. Waves of sound from the trees the rain and the sky form my concert of dreams, washing my sorrows and creating my release into a one with nature. Forgetting my loneliness if only for the time being I am surrounded with sound and light for which I can fade away into this dramatic symphony and be at peace with myself letting nature fight my battles. For, I am alone in this darkness searching for my own light. The light my heart will know as the one that brings day after each night. A literal creation of warmth flows through my body like an underground spring. Flowing through my veins and flourishing in my heart like a virtual Garden of Eden. Culminating with peace at the end of this chaotic realization, my body is being drowned with the heavens own sorrow washing away my own tears that once cluttered my face. I have arrived at my destination with the soft and gentle sound of the trees now hidden in the dark dancing with no audience for the blanket of night has killed the show.
