Speaker 1: Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This
is Forest Stories. I am the Poet in the Forest,
a children's series that I pinned out in the nineteen nineties. Now,
none of it would be possible if it wasn't for
this forest right here in South Charlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's
time that you get to know what has inspired me
for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the conversation, Hey,
thanks for coming back to the forest. The late summer
cool breeze has returned to this forest. The leaves are
starting to dance to tumble from trees, The long grass
is starting to yellow, and you can hear the water
in the nearby lake as it slaps the shores with
not anger, but just love. Love created by the winds
of change. And that's what we're about, ready to move
through during this time of season. But it's always fun
to really pay attention to the changes that slowly happen
around us. But too many times, once we get in
our cars, we race off and we don't get to
see the true creation of fall coming into play. Walking
through this forest today, that cool breeze, it says a lot.
I'm seeing a lot of the bee keepers bees out
here jumping around collecting as much pollen as possible because
they've got to have that pollen for the colder months
that are coming ahead. It's just so special. The fawn
are getting larger, still have their spots in their bottoms,
but they're getting larger. They're getting more confident. They do
more than just stand there in fear, wondering what is
that human stick figure going to do? What can we
do next? Mom? No, they're running, they're playing, They're being
themselves inside a forest that's starting to get the end
of the summer change. It's gonna be fun to watch
the leaves change. You can never predict what the colors
are going to be. You can't predict if anything other
than life it's is going to happen. But you know
how we are. We all want to add something to
the story without ever letting it be the story. The
cool breeze inside this forest as fall says, I'm on
my way, don't give up on me. I may take
my time, and then again I might bring you on
board a lot quicker than you think. Hey, thanks for
being a part of the conversation.