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| By The Shores of Imagination by � coondogk9 By the rushing water like a song of the past. I think of those before me having sat in the same place I am at this very moment. I look around and see the unchanged scene before me and thank Creator for the wondrous job he�s done. A rainbow only God could make glows from a waterfall as the fine mist hovers around a pool of blue escape. Clear is the water as shadows dance below the surface and ripples outwardly surge to quieten the shore. A sand and pebble beach of paradise seems like it was made only for me. My mind sifts through the sounds surrounding me as forest creatures sing out loud taking pride in living in the most beautiful place on earth. A leaf drifts lazily on the surface going nowhere in particular but exploring toward the vast ocean of time immortal. The soft beginning of the river flow casts white upon the blue waves gently pushing the next and the next onward as each finds its station. Even the eagles shadow is faint as he circles and soars overhead continually searching and watching over the land as Creator intended in his regal sentry duty. The coo of the big eyed dove soft and sweet lulls the glen. Her smooth feathers like the softest of soft encases a heart of love and peace. The rustle of a leaf as it rolls to rest against a stone of histories past housing tales and sights long forgotten. The whisper of the pines and needles that scent the air creating a cool atmosphere blessing all who come together here. The dull roar of the waterfall as it cascades, continually feeding the ponds bowl to overflowing. A deer sips on the far side as I sit motionless and watch her survey the area flicking her eyes and ears for the slightest signal of danger. Her large brown eyes like honey sap my emotions as I watch her dainty habit. As she turns back to the forest I can tell she must have a fawn hidden nearby by her full glands of milk. A raven calls into the crowd warning the jay�s he�ll tolerate none of their nonsense as they constantly scream profanities to all who�ll listen. The king of theft dressed in black with a radiant blue sheen impolitely grabs a morsel from the group he scattered and almost grins at his achievement as he cackles back. All this I see from my chair hundreds of miles away behind a screen of programs and past inexperience�s with envy in my heart. Vision Quest � 2002 T Lovett |