The Land of Melting Shadows: A Balancing Act

The Land of Melting Shadows

There once was a land, no further away than your imagination. A Land where the Trees’ whispers can be heard on the wind. And the squirrels chitter and chatter as they scamper to and fro amongst the branches - playing their endless game of tag.

A Land where the Brooks babble endlessly amid fern covered banks. Fish and Tadpoles play a game of Leapfrog in the clear, cool water and Turtles sunbathe nearby.

A Land where the tall Grasses sway in the breeze as if dancing to a distant tune. Wild flowers wave their petals at the busy Bees who fly by; Beckoning to them. Enticing them.

A Land where the Deer graze peacefully in the lush, green valleys. A Land where the Birds and the Faeries gather in the bushes of an evening to share the day's gossip. And the Frog serenade, with Cricket accompaniment, continues well into the night.

A Land where the morning sun melts the night into the shadows of the day. And at sunset the shadows melt into night. But there are times when the shadows melt into things best left to one’s imagination.

A Land of Melting Shadows.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

A Balancing Act

The art of Michael Grab

3 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...: I don't care WHAT he says on his website. Glue! Glue and/or photoshop!; February 22, 2015 at 8:23 AM
the dogs' mother said...: That last one.... eeeek!; February 22, 2015 at 8:25 AM
Robin Larkspur said...: LOL, Debra!!!
These are pretty shocking, actually!! I love the little ones on that branch.; February 22, 2015 at 11:12 AM

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