The omnipotent, ever-glowing sun filters through the tall, strong evergreens, swaying calmly. A babbling brook flows along the meadow, giving life to plants, old and new. The deep aromatic grass strokes your knees as you chase a butterfly, fluttering through the gentle breeze. - A very short short story that serves as a metaphor for the idealistic, delightful view of the world children lose as they grow up. Written February 6th and 15th, 2020 Published July 5th, 2020All Rights Reserved