The water flows down from the mountain and tickles the pebbles in the stream, singing it's trickle song, and soon finds it's comfort in the banks of the cozy creek.
Thistle and buttercups delight the warm sun as they dance to the rhythm of the cool breeze, and a meadowlark holds the tempo with it's meadow trill.
Butterflies flutter their giggle dance and cast tiny shadows on the tall, lazy grass who respond by waving and swaying their smile to all who could appreciate them.
And in the meadow a little boy stalks a rabbit, dreaming he is a mighty, warrior hunter, who when that dream is fullfilled, will dream of being a little boy in a meadow, stalking a rabbit and dreaming...
Connie May
February 12, 2001
2 comments:
I just loved this post! You should write a book. Every sentence brought vivid images to my mind's eye.
What a beautiful photo. Thanks so much for following me at Rocky Mountain Homemaker!
Have a beautiful Sunday!
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