A bright, sunny day
Clouds move along, join forces
Such a dreary day
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Ripples in water
As the current moves quickly
The creek shows its strength
“Grandpa?”
“Yes?” Christopher looked down at his 5-year-old grandson.
“I really like this place.”
Christopher smiled. “So do I, Joey.”
They sat in silence for awhile.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes?”
“I heard Mom say something about you being sick. Is it true?”
Christopher put his hand on Joey’s shoulder. “It is.”
The boy stared at the water for a moment before he spoke again. “Are you going to be okay?”
Christopher hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to lie to the boy. “I’m not sure. But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment and this beautiful place. Okay?”
The boy stared at him for a moment before nodding. “Okay. I really do like this place.”
He looks so regal
Just watching from the shadows
What is he thinking?
The Path
“Stay along the path. Whatever you do, do not stray from the path”
That was what her grandma had told her.
Still, Penny was so curious. What was off the path? Her grandma probably just didn’t want her to get lost, right? Going off the path for just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
So, she stepped off the path, taking one step and then another into the forest.
Penny was never heard from again.
The tree stands so tall
Its roots digging deep into the ground
How wise it must be
Still growing
Normally Sara lived to hike, but lately she had trouble just getting herself out of bed.
So when her boyfriend kept trying to drag her along on this hike, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. He seemed so eager for her to come along though, so finally she relented.
Her sadness continued along the path through the park, though she still tried to smile since her boyfriend seemed to be having a good time.
Then she spotted something in the rocks and bent down, and she did something she hadn’t done on a long time. She genuinely smiled. Somehow that little flower growing out of this rock gave her hope. If this flower wouldn’t quit growing, neither would she.
Peace and quiet
“It’s so quiet here. Allison? Don’t you think it’s quiet?”
Allison opened her eyes and glared down at her little sister. “It was before you started talking.”
Mandy frowned. “Why do you like just standing there with your eyes closed? That’s boring.”
“If it’s so boring to you, why don’t you go away?”
“Fine. I can find something a lot more fun than hanging around with you.” Mandy stomped away, hitting branches with every step.
Allison closed her eyes again, ready to finally have some peace and quiet. She loved just listening to the sounds of nature without anybody interrupting.
“Jimmy! Look at this!”
Allison sighed. Someday people would leave her alone. Apparently that day was not today.
Rain splatters on ground
Puddles like lakes all around
Spring brings many storms
Bunk Beds
“Can you imagine sleeping in that bed?”
My sister and I were touring a history museum, and I had to admit, that bed didn’t look very comfortable.
“Do you remember that old bunk bed we used to sleep in?”
“Of course I do. How could I forget? You insisted on the top bunk, and I could never get any sleep.”
I frowned. “Why couldn’t you get any sleep?”
“Because that thing was creaky and you rolled around constantly.”
“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
“I did. You told me you didn’t care.”
Oh. Maybe I wasn’t as nice of a sister as I thought I was growing up.
“Sorry,” I said. “I guess this kind of a late apology.”
“I suppose I can forgive you. Better late than never.”
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