I sit on a tree stump the forest has produced
I watch as escaped kids flee with the joy of a convict from the captivity of their parents
and begin their search for the sunshine that reflects off every leaf the way an echo bounces off of the walls in a cave
The grass becomes painted with the delightfulness of the laughter the children pound out of their hearts to support the balance of nature
The birds sing a beautiful melody that is oh too divine for any of the humans kind
And the butterflys swing with the harmony as the clouds cry out of jealousy and the moment ends and the children know it was simply the definition of beauty their mothers described to them in their sleep
