The Land of Melting Shadows: #Save the Bees

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, June 28, 2015

#Save the Bees

The art of Louis Masai

2 comments:

the dogs' mother said...: Our mail box group is surrounded by a bush
that bees love. Wouldn't think it to look at
it, tiny, tiny flowers - we bravely put up with
it to save the bees!!; June 28, 2015 at 9:23 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: Could these photos BEE any more magnificent?; June 28, 2015 at 9:32 AM

The Land of Melting Shadows

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