She woke up in a sea of green. Tracing her steps back from where she came…enchanted by the golden hue that the sunlight left on her hair…curious how far off the path she would wander.

Embracing the warmth of the earth beneath her, she stopped for a moment, to feel the trees brush lightly atop her skin, whispering their melodies of a sweet summer breeze that dances through their branches and flow through ones soul.

Echoing tides of a blue bird’s song remind her of her happiness…an obsolete path.

A woodwind’s song of playful curiosity; a dance of sorts.