Zen Living

Walking in the Woods
I Take 
The Less Taken Path
Moss covered Tree Trunks
Wet leaves
They all are there
Like they have Been
Forever
I pick up a rock
And underneath is a spider
With legs squirming
No I don't want to kill It
The little Creature
I cover it gently
Its all very quiet after the Rain
Me the Birds
Trees Spider and the Rock
We are all one in that Vastness
Made from the same Elements
Different Mix
Alive or not
We all become Dirt with Time