Down the dirt worn path and over the hills to the north lies a small flowing creek which winds it's way down the gulley of the valley; at times gathering at some widened lull in the land where it rests for while before conintiuing its journey along the hillsides. In the still of the day, you can hear it's song, gently bubbling as it moves merrily along, carrrying remants of times, ages, seasong and places far away in dsitance but leads to this path and alwys drawn forward.

It is along this creek, by the old worn dirt path near where the meadow meets the trees that a stately old rock sits, nesting in the soft grasses that give it place. A favorite resting spot to sit on for the many travelors and explorer's that come this way, and in between weary explorer's, the rock and trees and grass and creek and sun all sit and enjoy the sun waming, the rains cleanisin, the night shading... talking and sharing... and just being in enjoyment with each other.....


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All excted as the cold of winter has finally receeded and the newness of life again springs forth and yeah! the warmer days means the kids and people come out to play again... and share.... And the rock say, yes, I am strong and meant to have many stand upon me, or lay upon me as they look up, so I may energize them... And the blades of grass, wispering to themselves, wondering what wonderful new adventures and people will come their way and and put their feet upon their soft backs, so that they may make a soft cusion for their journey.. knowing each foot upon them is a new and different story, and after they leave, they are all the more back alive and thriving again... SavingView full size|Save to AOL Pictures|Download
And soon, a young girl who came upon their way.... stopping by the boulder which spoke to her to sit and rest a spell.... the young girl sat and wept.... the blades soft green grass leaned against her, letting their softness comfort the weeping girl.... they had not seen her before..... and she dressed rather nicely for their area of the country... their voices soon rose up in a wind to ask her why she cry so much and if she was the new girl who had just moved in the house down the road. They had heard the other kids talking about the new famiily as the kids crossed their path.

The girl stiffled her cry for a few moments... as the wind rose and the sun warmed her shoulders and the beautiful warm rock held her in a cradle... Just then a robin flew near to see what all the fuss about... It landed on the nearby branch and watched with curioristy the small girl... the robin wondered why such a child would be upset and decded it would sing to the girl. the grasses sang in the wind with the robin and the leaves added an accompanyment.

And as the chorus of nature sang, and quieted into a wam stillness, there rose up the sound of laughter and kids calling out over the hills, as if called magically in by the song. The little girl listened and slowly, the grass raised their backs and the rock lifted her up standing. The creek continued to bubble and gigle it's sorg of movment and never tiring journey, never stop. The little girl started to head over the hill towards the laughter and calling. As she cresed the hill, there in the distant she saw agroup of kids, with a ball of sorts....

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