A Sight to Behold

Our lakes are sweet here and the fish are friendly to. This place is full of flowers, and butterflies. It even faintly smells like honey. I can’t wait till you come; it’s getting a little bit lonely. The birds tell me that I am to stay at this point of the forest. Where the sun shines the brightest and I never shall cross over, where the trees are shaded. But I’m okay with that, because I just love the way the sun touches every blade of grass, mother. It makes them glow and shimmer. Like their dancing. It’s very beautiful. And in the early mornings, soft mist drifts over the lake. I like to watch it come and go. Sometimes even Annie comes to visit. She looks just like her old self, before she got sick. The birds also tell me that I don’t have to worry about getting cold, or growing hungry. It’s a sight to behold. It’s much different from home. I’m not sure where I am in according to the map, but I hear everyone comes through here eventually. That’s why I thought I’d wait for you.  But I just want to let you know that I am safe, and mostly happy. Say hello to papa for me.

Written by: Alecia Writes

Side Note: I would love to hear your feedback on this story, and I am open to kind constructive criticism.

4 thoughts on “A Sight to Behold

  1. What a lovely story. I love that the birds were talking to you. I could envision the lake and its surroundings. Very good.

      1. You are most welcome.

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