Earths own tales

Today found me in a romatic mood I guess you could say.

The earlier part of the morning had me driving down new roads never explored. Barns, cornfields, horses, long trailing white fences, the river-winding as the bridges told of old stories, old romances, giggles and gallops from the carriages.

Where do we store and log these tales?

Hillsides that were once covered with farmhouses and children playing in the fields.
The ponds- dried, that once held as much laughter as rainwater.
Monumental trees with decades of rings to show for its life.
The storms these trees have endured...the water the creeks have had overflowing and cascading over the rocks...generations of clover and vines...honeysuckel filling the air with a sweet essence for centuries....

How, where, when will the earth be able to tell us its story?

just some thoughts that are wandering in my mind and soul today...
as i explore...
and
fall in love
with
nature
all over again.