It’s just an. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, aahaa. Sad if it all is, not bad if lots of it is.
Jean
The illusion of the trees floating in the mist, was maintained until the sun came out. It pleased her that the trees could fly, but then when they knew that people were watching, they settled back down to the Earth, their roots grasping the dirt.
It fades like fog on the lake in early morning, like breath in the fall, only a few moments and then gone without a trace like the end of a rainbow.
It’s just an. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, aahaa. Sad if it all is, not bad if lots of it is.
The illusion of the trees floating in the mist, was maintained until the sun came out. It pleased her that the trees could fly, but then when they knew that people were watching, they settled back down to the Earth, their roots grasping the dirt.