the beginning to the end

this is a paper i had to write for school i hope everyone enjoys it.

The beginning to the end!

By: Ashley Weekes

As I sit here and stare at the many surroundings that I have placed myself in I quickly learn of all the many faces of you. “Crunch,” taking each footstep as gently as possible to the left or to the right. When the loud noise of crunch is made right under you or far off in the distance. There are many great and marvelous things that are all around me. I reach as high as I can but my grasp will never be long enough to reach your beautiful leaves or long branches. I touch you and get a sliver or a simple drop of sap. I fall into you and scratch myself. Wondering how something so stationary can do so many different things. Needles and leaves short and tall. Everywhere I look I see a tree with many stories to tell. They whisper and wine with the wind always showing their presence. They hide me from the outside world, allow me to go into a trance.

Never did I think that coming here would bring me warmth and the feeling of sunshine no matter how hot or cold it was. The sun leans down and kisses my cheek while the wind is turning it to a nice cold crisp. The splish splash sound hitting the water bank brings a whole new calm and peaceful feeling to everyone that is here! It twists and turns hits the rocks at many different speeds letting us know of its presence. We all see the water as something different. I love to compare it to life; our life. Ever river starts somewhere to goes and goes some peoples rivers come to an end faster then others, but no matter where their river ends it is always ends at something bigger and better whether it be a pond, lake, sea, or ocean. We see many spectacular sites along the river, a deer sipping its water, a child playing, or a fish swimming. It beings happiness and smiles.

I stare up, down, and to the side in every direction I can think of and see many fantastic things. I hear the bird whispering the sweet sound of tomorrow, the stories of today, and the memories of yesterday. So happy and free, watching with such content but keeping their distance. Glancing all around I see it, the twinkle they glisten and they glow. The lights of life we may never know. I try to count them 1,2... they disappear before I get to 3. Some are small and some are big. They stumble and they fall we reach to catch them hoping against all to make one final wish. Laying my head down to hear the heartbeat of the world around me I feel the soft comfort below me. Bushy and warm shades of green, yellow, and brown I run my fingers through the blanket of the world. Some places it is taller and others non existant showing of a new beginning.

We all come here and wonder why, contimplate, and start to cry. Here I know that the world around me is listening. Opening it heart to all I have to say and everything that I am going through. There is a togetherness a sense of peace and serenity. I look around and see a new world, words, flowers, an ending to a beginning. The last impression is the words December 19, 1961- March 1,2010,

A new place a world unknown and out of my reach. An adventure a sense of a different approach. Gone gone to a new place, a lake, pond, sea, or ocean I do not know for my river is still slowly flowing. Not many people would have felt the things I feel when I am here! They forget to notice the whisper of the wind, feel the grass beneath their feet, or the smell of the beginning spring or the cold bitter winter. Calmness and peace is what I feel when I am here. The grave in which you lay is the place I feel closest to you. Where I can think, and talk and know that you are listening. Tomorrow it will all start over again, the whisper of the wind the crunching beneath my feet and the kiss of the sun.