Admiration of a Petrified Tree
The Sleeping Stone Mammoth
Life Within a Life
The sun transmitted its rays,
passing through pine needles, and bending around the circumference of the
earth. I closed my eyes feeling the warmth, and almost feeling the earth
spinning and wobbling in the celestial and eternal Journey, pulled both toward
the Sun, and away from it, in the enlightened order of existence.
I opened my eyes, and listened to
the gritty crunch of shoe meeting naked path on my tour of the Florissant
Fossil Beds. Petrified wood attested to both the impermanence and permanence of
life. Although the intelligent, enthusiastic, and keen guide projected her
prose and enlightened me, the peaceful trees, both alive and petrified
articulately spoke to the ancientness of the earth.
Petrified wood resounded with the
timelessness of life. It looked like a statue, mottled with generous globs of copper,
gold, obsidian, amber; the most exquisite creation man could never create.
Time, carbon life forms, pressure, and the processes born out of the infinite intricacies
of the universe created this masterpiece.
We all wore our manufactured shoes,
and the man-made structures of the Florissant Fossil Beds Visitor’s Center were
all well out of place. They were abnormal here. The most beautiful designer
sunglasses were crude and unnatural here. The millions-of-years-old- trees,
which embodied life more than my own breath attests to life, were natural here.
So I clumsily walked through the
cleared trail, which all of the other temporary visitors walked, much like we
all fight to leave our footprints in life. And the trees stood there, still.
They were frozen, but full of testament, full of verve and life.
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