Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Meadow Soul
THE MEADOW SOUL
His eyes were watching - looking at everything in the tiny meadow. Silent whispers gently blow on the cool morning air as mist rose from the dew-kissed ground. Another beautiful day is dawning and the forest creatures are starting to stir, inching out of burrows and holes and brambles looking for an early morning meal.
"Good morning my pretties; another gorgeous day is upon you," whispered the old soul as he looked at his creations.
The pond water rippled with fish stirred waves and dragonfly kisses. Momma birds chirped merrily as they waited for Papa birds to bring the fat red worms to the masses in the nest.
A doe inched out from the forest with a trembly legged fawn close in step, crunching the fresh meadow grass. Rabbits were hopping with tentative hops and stopping to much on dainty pink clover blossoms. A small red fox with his bushy tail straight in the air, pauses to drink from the crystal clear pond.
"This is good," sighed the soul, deep in contemplation of the bounty of nature's beauty.
The sun begins to break the horizon, sending multi-colored sunbursts through the clouds and fog. For one brief moment the tiny meadow and pond are a kaleidoscope of dancing colors.
Then the mist seeps away and the fog begins to lift. The soul again looks on the peacefulness of the surroundings.
"This is good," he whispers one last time before ascending away with the fog.