#quote Of The Day "Everyone has the power to do something but only some have something to do"
The canopy swayed in the summer breeze. The branches swirling in the wind, leaves flying around in the warn, rose scented wind. Droplets of eater glistened in the sunlight, placed preciously on leaves. Birds cooed to each other ina soft, songly matter while the creatures of the forrest floor scurried around. Behind a huge oak tree, camaflouged, lie a young buck. He was very big, muscualr, coated in medium lengthed brown fur, fuzzy to the touch. His eyes, as blue as the sky above, sparkled in the dancing lights that dappled between the leaves. He softly mumbled words of the forest. Words only his own could understand. In a sudden leap they were all standing up, staring at me. All 24 of them. Large, brown meese. Each had a unique face, a unique eye. A unique expression. sudden rush of wind combed their thickly layered fur creating brown waves, rippling acros their bodies. The mumbling moose was clearly the leader of the herd. He was an extremely interesting character. His personality 'different', just like the woods. He towered over the other bucks, more than twice the size of half of them. Together, united, they were a colony. Somethign that could not be broken apart. Something that would not just give in without a fight. Somethign that would last forever. Its called friendship you see, a lesson we must aall take is that of this. For friends are what turns the world around, even if it seems to be paused.
