Mickenzi Schank Journal 6

Twisted and knotted, we may not be the most flattering sight at the Duck Pond but we are a part of it nonetheless.  The scars of time cover our skin but we continue to stand strong and firm as we have done for decades.  The ones that feed the ducks and walk on two legs say they left their homes to gain knowledge, but we have never left our home and we have become very wise by just silently watching and observing.   The two legged ones may be too enthralled with the ducks to notice us but we are a very important to the Duck Pond.  We are the giants and others stand on our shoulders to reach their full potential.  The birds make their homes in our branches, squirrels climb all over us and we shade all who are under branches.  We play the most important role in this place, we support and protect all the others who reside here; we serve the Duck Pond. 

 I am the essence of the Duck Pond, without me the ducks and fish would have no home.  I am the spark that ignited the fire of life.  Fish, frogs, insects and microorganisms are teeming within my body.  Every time the wind blows, it tickles my skin and I get goose bumps.  I may appear cold and dark but I assure you that there is a lot more to me than what can be seen.  Not to mention some find my gentle swaying and glassy surface calming and relaxing.  Nothing can stop me from spreading and reaching as far as I can.  I make paths through the land, seep into the ground and float away into the air.  I bring life to all that I touch and my goal is to reach as far as I can.  

“Are those ducks?” I wonder as I peer into the distance.  One of the ducks flaps its wings and splashes in the water.  “They are,” I confirm to myself.  To myself, I think, “I should hurry so I can get some good pictures before they move too far away.”  In my haste I stride past some large and ancient trees without notice.  Next I come to some wood boards grouped together in what looks like a bridge over a small stream, but the second half of the bridge appears to be missing some boards.  I carefully traverse the bridge, making sure that I don’t touch the water so my feet won’t get wet.  Finally I am close enough to take some pictures; I take a few good shot and move closer.  But in doing this I scare the ducks away.  “Oh well, I guess that’s enough for one day,” I think to myself.