
by
Snowdog » Mon Aug 27, 2001 11:06 am
The world stood long and tall, a formidable barrier to ultimate happiness for Snowdog, and so a time was taken to leave the world.....<BR><BR>.....Walking into the woodlands of the fringe, the trail meandered up and down, crossing creeks and traversing rocks. Some miles in, a swarm of honey bees made their way to the garden's flowers. They waved as they passed and we move on. The afternoon sun grew long in shadow as I came to a lake, a beautiful lake. I sat down and looked at its glass appearance and was lost in its dream. As I sat the butterflies came to me, small orange ones about 2" in wingspan, and their black blotches a pattern unique to each one. They kissed my face and hands, and rode with my every movement un worried, for they were beautiful. Beautiful as the Lady's heart that so long rested here, and is now so missed, I long for her to return to the butterfly garden.<BR><BR>The lake so still played with the birds so low, and the Coots ran across the water and then they dived below. The three lady Queens stood tall, their outline by the sun. With their shimmering dress of snow, watching over the Butterflies, the birds, and me. The trout would turn the water, and where the yellowjacket did drink, was now soft ring ripples, upon the face of the lake. <BR><BR>An insect came flying, making a low drone, and landing near me to say hello, He was a sight to behold. He was black with yellow eyes, and antenna segments. his legs were black and yellow, and red and white spots along his side, with a forked tail that must have helped him in flight.<BR><BR> Paintbrush clouds in the sun now spread across the sky. Kissing the moon gently as they slowly walked by, turning loose joy and smiles upon my face. The butterflies gathered upon my pack, as the sun sank behind the ladie standing, will the stay all night?<BR><BR>As darkness slowly creeps across the mirror lake, the moon shines through the clouds color hue. From yellow to orange to red to purple too! The bats then came to play above the lake in twilight, fluttering and dancing in their erratic flight. Their silent peeps were music to my ears, and it all was so beautiful it brought me to tears. Th eblack of night then threw its blanket of stars across the sky as the mountains to into its arms the moon into its embrace. The silence whispered over the lake and land it seemed, and the whispers of the wind, did finally lull me to sleep.