Wreath-All is calm, all is bright


On a cold, crisp evening deep in the woods where rarely a human is seen, the sun begins to set and peeks through the open spaces in the air. You can smell the earth as the dew settles into the ground. The big buck makes his way through the brush toward the river valley looking for a place to settle in. As he takes each step the cracking of the twigs beneath him sends an alert and assurance to the other creatures that he is on the move and this day shall soon be night.

All is calm- all is bright.