Dancing Home

A child's fingertips dance lightly over the blades of grass, tickling her skin and creating small tremors which run through her small hands. Tiny feet, not burdened by the many troubles and cares the world places upon young impressionable minds, lift off the ground in delight of her freedom. The scent of the rolling hills, enlightens her spirit, and the glow of the sun warms her heart as she basks in its glory. Memories of the past and thoughts of what could be, flash momentarily in her mind before vanishing into the bliss of the day.

Skipping with joy over the lush emerald mounds, she sings a tune in merriment, uncaring of whoever may happen to be listening. The innocent words, belted out at the top of her lungs, sound perfect and sweet to her. A tumble and roll bring forth bursts of laughter from her lips, leaving behind stains and bruises in remembrance of her short journey down the hills. Her eyes sparkling with excitement of the continuing endeavor, which allows her spirit to embrace the whole of her passing childhood, dance with her feet in the fields.

Azure orbs stare with wonder at the expanse above, as she lies on her back upon the soft grass. A rabbit, a ship, and a plane pass overhead; the mystical relationship of water and air, sculpting its masterpieces in the sky, only last for but a few passing moments. Voices floating through the air and playing in her ears, are welcoming sounds; the voice of the wind, grass, and creatures about her, each playing a part in the larger symphony of creation. They call to her, a past and future, to the place her head lay to rest. The home, to which her family is summoning her and home she will return, until the voices fall silent on the other side of the world and the day begins anew. The sun slowly sinks below the horizon, ending the beauty of the day, which had slowly came to a close.