The Bugmaster:
.: Don't let me go I'm fading slowly :.
The Bugmaster:
Funny little thing don't cry. There's always an answer to the why. "What's my use;" you always ponder. “In this enchanted world of wonder?” If yours the earth has yet to see. Then say “weep no more” and let it be.
The Bugmaster:
Don’t cry, darling, though all the leaves are turning and turning. Go to sleep, darling, it’s no use your yearning and yearning. The storms on the mountain tops are churning and churning. But near your warm bed the fire is burning and burning.
The Bugmaster:
In gentle wind I'm floating through a haze of green. While dancing in the breezes the peeling birch trees lean. The vines are long and crawling all up their living beams. While colors melt in silence like memories from a dream.
The Bugmaster:
.: Cayton Campground Flowers :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Flagstaff Arizona :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Majestic Power :.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Curtain of Green :.
The Bugmaster:
.: No Captive of the Fairy World :.
The Bugmaster:
Woe to the bird that makes its nest within the forbidden forest. And woe to the four footed beast who treads over it’s undefiled soil. For not only the ground of that place is sacred, but the roots and limbs, the soil and the leaves, and even the sky.
The Bugmaster:
.:The Weeping Bishops:.
The Bugmaster:
They came out of the deep places, the woods and the oceans, the rivers and caves. They were formed out of the good things of the earth, the berry and the flower, the leaf and the branch, the raindrop and the snowflake.
The Bugmaster:
"What gain is it to you, little bean plant, to climb so high on those strings and poles, does it really matter how high you reach? For when Summer is over, and Fall has come, you shall be harvested just like the rest."
The Bugmaster:
Pick me a star and plait it in my hair. I have a love for you that nothing can tear. Bring me a flower of the sky. Let time stand still for you and I.
The Bugmaster:
I have just begun a long journey that will run, the length and width summertime and the cool fall air will guide me home.
The Bugmaster:
I see. I reach. I speak. I learn. I seek. I love.
The Bugmaster:
In the darkness of the silent forest an idea was concieved. It sprung forth from the weeds of the good earth. It the drifted down from the green leaves of the trees, and it rained down from the clouds in the great Heavens.
The Bugmaster:
Then we came to a place where the leaves were bigger than our heads and the trees were bigger still!
The Bugmaster:
It must be a sad world for those who do not see God's Handwork in all the creations of the earth.
The Bugmaster:
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. Psalm 23:2
The Bugmaster:
Paint the Earth with Stars
The Bugmaster:
Some things are far beyond the mortal imagination... the perfection of a life. The veins and colors of the leaves. The strength of the trees. The vastness of the sky. The height of mountains. The quirks of the little plants that we hardly notice.
The Bugmaster:
Color me with blues and greens so that I can look like the grass and the sea.
The Bugmaster:
Did he see something that I could not?
The Bugmaster:
"There's a lot of things you'll never know, little bird."
The Bugmaster:
"If you climb up the sacred tree," he said. "it may be that you will never come back down."
The Bugmaster:
And as a gift he sprayed her darkened limbs with stars of dazzling green
The Bugmaster:
Meet "Sqirrelly Bob"
The Bugmaster:
Warfare in the tall grass
The Bugmaster:
They cannot take the land away from me. the labor of my body and the fruit of the fields I have put into that which cannot be taken away. If I had the silver, they would have taken it. if I had bought with the silver to store it, they would have taken it
