Upon the Banks

Amidst the Sun

Intoxicated by the sun, the path seems cheery. 

The arms of the trees sway to a melody whispered by a secretive breeze. Deep and earthy,  the musk of decaying leaves, unbroken by the soil, clings to the warm air. Tangled green beckons deeper into a calming chaos.

Further lies a stream—clear and sweet, a patient sculptor of the land, working in near solitude.  Straddling the banks, a boy skips rocks, alone.

Precarious, and sullen, his face is dappled with the glowing light above. 

In time it seems to lift his worries.

A grin dawns.

For now, all is well.

Now Reading
Upon the Banks
Read Next
When You Don’t Want Forgiveness