Floating leaves, watermills, and spillways...

May 22, 2008

driving down the interstate
it's all a waiting game
glancing out of the windows
everything looks the same
but alas! For we may have something here
the bark on the trees are looking a little purple.
"no, that's just you" they said.
oh well.
reaching the gate, we take notice of the "frog man" that jots down on his clipboard
"dreyer on guinevere", they say
while we continuously laugh.

...stepping out of the van, we find ourselves in a land full of life and potential.
the setting was that of a storybook. a fairy tale.
the trees and grass so vibrant
everlasting life in all directions
floating leaves, watermills, and spillways surrounding the vicinity
broken mirrors on the ground, and the only expression on our face...
is a smile.
picking flowers and venturing through front yards we ask ourselves the question
"what reason do we have NOT to smile?"
as we sit on the back porch in our lawn chairs, staring at the clouds
we wonder why anyone in the world, or even the people around us, could ever suffer from discomfort and sorrow.
"why are you laughing?"
we replied:
"why not?"
"just look at the clouds, they're so beautiful. ....like they have their own personality"