Dancing in the woods

The girls raced barefoot throughout the forest.

their shrieks of delight a delicate chorus.

constantly laughing, their voices carried on the backs of fairies.

Their faces red and sticky from the wild strawberries

The older ones smile and steady steps shook the strongest of wills, causing them to follow her graceful dance and thrills

The younger ones eyes glowed like a rain drop, full of the hunger for adventure that entranced even the brokenest of hearts.

Their bodies moving as fast as a dart, just whispers in the shadows

their sweet songs as soft as a rose, their clothes whipping in the wind

their thoughts entangled with their ever growing grins

And as their soft and yet proud steps carried them faster, they reached a green clearing

nearby a bubbling Brooke sat

their eyes widened at the sight of mud, excited to start smearing it on each other

the older girl sat by the river and braided blades of grass, singing softly words of the past

The younger girl, however took a different approach, she gathered all of her strength and fought monsters with a sword made of brass, constantly moving, never stepping back.

The girls stayed in their palace of green, racing the breeze while their wild ways stream through the sky

chasing their shadows and diving into ponds and laying out in the sun until they are dry

Not one brushed head in sight

And as hard as the world might try,

No matter how old the girls got

They never forgot their palace of green, running into the sunset at last,

To be back again next spring

To one day be back in those fields of wild flowers

To one day be hugged by the warm rain showers once more

But to be always chasing each others shadows, hair whipping in the wind, sisters constantly running down magical hills followed by the laughs of child hood