Kids were super excited to visit the deer park. And when they saw a fawn they were beyond the moon. Mom asked them to be very quiet as not to scare the deer away.
The fawn was alerted by the voices of the children but it was used to humans and didn’t just bolt away. Mom took many photos but in her excitement, she forgot to focus on the deer so most of them were blurry.
My thoughts run away Like a high speed train Often leaving me puzzled And confused when I realize The thoughts I am thinking Have no relevance to my situation To my current situation or problem They have a mind of their own Like a high speed train
Mindy looked up accidentally and kept on staring at the tree.
A teapot and a couple of teacups were hanging from the branches near the tree trunk. She was intrigued. Who could have done that? She kept on thinking for an answer but none presented itself to her.
She decided to take a closer look. Tree climbing was one of her natural talents and in a little while, she reached the hanging crockery. As she reached to touch the teapot, an invisible hand slapped her hand away. Mindy was shocked.
What do you think you’re doing, touching our things? Came a voice from behind her.
Mindy looked but couldn’t see anyone.Who are you and why can’t I see you? She asked.
We are the tree fairies and humans can’t see us. Why are you intruding on our tea party?
Oh, I am sorry, Mindy apologized with the ready acceptance of a child. Can I join your party?
Since you’re a child with a vivid imagination, we’ll allow you to join us just this time. But you have to keep it a secret from grownups.
Mindy scrambled down the tree to get her own teacup.
The day was hectic I am tired, drained out Walking home I stand by the pier My eyes behold an amazing sight The setting sun with a show of colors Oranges chasing purples across the horizon They chase away my fatigue and exhaustion I felt renewed as the day ends
Look at these old buildings So much history in each nook and corner If they could talk, imagine the stories they’d share Yet they still tell stories, from their presence How tall they stood facing invaders Or how their thick wall gave refuge to worshipers If we look closely, we can learn a lot From these old relics, hoarders of history
Missy left her new cap Strung between two branches As a gift for the little elves Who she imagined roaming the forest When it was gone the next day She was jubilant that her gift was accepted And now she looks for an elf Wearing her new colorful cap Perhaps she will meet them one day
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