Whispy leaves wave to me as I make my way past their mother, lightly touching the dark bark.

Not one is the same, some have ivy crawling up their spines and others with hollowed insides.

I tip my nose up to the sky, tendrils of sunlight poking through the gaps of green and decorating the forest.

I can hear the soft shushing of water in the distance, the crystal blue waves catching my eyes throu...

And the river runs slowly as the seasons turn

As I sit quietly racked with concern

The summer has past

Hard lessons learned

A pile of rocks built into carnes

A river wild no pretense or scorn

Pause and listen I lie listless

The water flows on without resistance

With slow understanding the river remains

Passing the mountains the rocks and the plains

And finally the ocean as the ripples wane

Cyc...

Cherry had finally made her decision. Flicking her tortoiseshell tail, she headed out of her room to confront the others that she was ready to leave for the journey ahead to the kingdom of Epirisana. As she stepped out, the others smiled to her, reflecting a warm gaze to her in greeting- even if she’d only been in her room for twenty minutes.

“Well?” Raiden said, his black and brown tail twitch...

I hear the leaves crunch under our shoes. A pine cone rolls away after being kicked by the boy ahead of me. The girl giggles as she slides down the path. I breathe deeply, the fresh air comfortably fills my lungs. I listen to the leaves rustling above our heads.

‘What’s that?’ The girl asks once she notices several leaves falling to the ground.

‘Not sure. Maybe a squirrel or other animal ran acro...

A quiet creak in the cabin floor

Trying its hardest to let us sleep

Invites us to watch the light catch the dust in the early morning air

To admire the stillness

Coupled by the trickle of the flowing stream

That that invites us

To close our eyes again

Whispers until they can’t contain themselves

Bring the sizzle of fried eggs

The smell of bacon, wood and sunscreen

Then the unintentional sl...

Sitting on a lone bench perfectly placed by the trickling stream on my morning walk. I close my eyes briefly, and let my body melt into the rough stone of the bench.

Imagine the delicate trickle, reminiscent to the sound of a soft whisper, as the water cascares over each individual stone along the edges of the stream. Each drop adds tranquil harmony, creating a sense of pease and serenity.

This ...

As we strolled hand in hand through the shaded woodland, a gentle hush enveloped us like a secret whispered by nature herself. The dappling sunlight played hide and seek with our senses, casting ever-shifting patterns on the forest floor. The air was cool and fragrant, carrying the earthy aroma of damp moss and the faint scent of wildflowers.

The sound of water trickling down the stream was a ser...

Hills covered in rough greenery, tall trees pull it up as if it could reach at being a mountain.

Below the canopy light coruscates through the trees leading trails of light toward the afternoon sun.

Damp undergrowth and shaded foliage from the trees above leave the ground beneath your boot to slide if not careful.

And cleared of trees, crown shyness barely reaching the edges of it lie a stream, d...

After locking his car in the gravel lot, the young man began the short walk to his cabin. His girlfriend already nestled under the covers inside, he thought about joining her amongst the fabric, getting lost in her arms. But he was distracted for a moment, by a faint dribbling sound. There was a stream about four or five yards from the edge of the gravel trail, which he had not noticed earlier tha...

After locking his car in the gravel lot, the young man began the short walk to his cabin. His girlfriend already nestled under the covers inside, he thought about joining her amongst the fabric, getting lost in her arms. But he was distracted for a moment, by a faint dribbling sound. There was a stream about four or five yards from the edge of the gravel trail, which he had not noticed earlier tha...