A Summer Sonata

It’s a place where humans tread softly and quietly, as to not create any sensations on the coffee-colored grounds, nor any mistaken ripples by the placid lake where nature’s brush paints a silver haze of streamers under the golden summer sky.

Barefoot on the crisp chocolate leaves, where the auburn sun rises to span out the tan, I stroll against the gossiping winds. The petals of wild lilies blow by my legs and the fluffs of dandelions by my face. Monarchs, Swallowtails, Papilionidae all showcase their beautiful robes.

The bronzed dust blows from the tree stumps all the way over the boulders by the dew pond. Squirrels labor away with their stealing business and raccoons exchange their gullible gaze with my awed appearance.

Pinecones and apricots swathe the auburn earth where nearby red cherries and blueberries squash out their dazzling dyes under the green, blossoming bushes. This is a panorama which no lens can capture and no oil paint can create. And I keep treading.

Treading past the russet ribbons of the willows and amongst the leafy greens of the ever greens and between the brown branches of the barrens, I tread to find. And then I do…

The exact place where the blonde-haired rays of the sun delicately drop down in the exact location between the netted spaces under the trees, where if you stand just in the correct location you can see……where the heavens touch the earth.