Posted: March 6, 2010 in 1

the fresh water glides smoothly

over the wet log.

Her orange rubber boots sink slowly into the deep mud.

As she picks her feet up and down,

she notices a small current.

The tall trees surronding her are dense,

but welcoming.

the trickle of the water runing of the rocks is inviting.

Every thing that surronds her is keeping her safe;

the deer bounding through the tall grasses, 

the birds singing the song of spring,

The gentle breeze that whispers in her ears:

“you are safe”,

the leaves rustling in the wind,

and the treading water beside in the flowing pond

She is where she belongs

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