Sink into the river, shining and glistening blue bubbles , dew and droplets, where daylight tis but a dream, but rather, the glimmering souls above in a sideways world of pull, petals taking in the sight just to glow right back brighter, the falling of clear fluid, serene and clement.
A branch sat slanted with it's luminescent cerulean foliage gently laying their fragments onto the supple mead, speckled, the crystal pool cradling each and every one down the flow of the sleepy stream.
