A journey down a dirt road

2011/4/19
The tree stood slightly off kilter as I approached. It's branches limited to the few remaining thicks. A gnarled bunch of vines ,the only life on it, held a broken branch like a hagged witch holds a stolen babe, ever careful and tight. It had probably been there for ages, and shall remain longer. It's obstinance held it by the road, occasionally dropping a large limb in the road to stop passers by. It long ago lost it's green and grow yet still it waited, watching the world go by in a constant decay. What means did it have to sit so strong with death. In the life after it was more-so ominous than in life. The path beyond was clearer and more like the rest. Not hidden by the shade of some awful eldritch tree.
Colors of white, purple and the hint of yellow paved a bright path onward through the green. While the overwhelming shades of green bounced the rays of light down among the shrubs and tall grass. A woodpecker beat his timly song on the tallest of old wood. I imagine the pauses in his rhyme was for calming the vibration of it's skull. He went on drumming as the song birds tweeted their lovely spring songs. The buzz buzz buzzing of bees along the path only when near the flowers was a reminder to me that the nectar was not for me, but for other beasts. I pressed on.
As I reach a shaded path it began to slink and climb upward, darkend by the overhanging arms of oaks and pine. The musty smell of stagnat water filled my senses as the pain of bites on my neck was tale to where I've entered. This bit was for the creatures of shadow, ones that bite and stalk. Taking your life from you without your notice, until it's too late and a pain courses through your vein. The rain hadn't came in a few days, yet it seemed like it had only a few hours ago. The constant draining from the hill left the path worn and washed away on both sides. Man had scattered and packed small stones to hold natures course. His success measured in only months or years as the waters ever present flow waits, it creeps, even stalks the path. Eventually devouring it and driving man away.
The hills beyond were seemingly close, no more than a days walk on a prarie. But through these thick woods and hidden valleys lied at least another days journey.