The sunlight crept through the forest looking as if it almost had the intention of sneaking up on somebody. The trees cast bars of impregnable shadows that held onto their forms in a hushed stillness knowing that in due time their space between the light would cease to exist. The shadows themselves clung to the trees displaying a contorted pattern of freedom on the forest floor. As a breeze flittered through the forest the leaves danced with the branches and the branches with the trees. they spoke a language that many would not find distinguishable but to themselves it was the language of life.