Natalie

Syncopated drumming forces the cool grass and all its inhabitants into moments of togetherness as nearby tribal beats pour through the long green fields. Dandelions sway in all their beauty; each spore detaching as the beat reaches them, carrying them to their new homes. The fire also dances and as its flames burn, sparks crackle and pop adding to the forest beat. This moonlight field is where I want to stay. I hear the trickling river in the midst of the rhythm, encouraging me to sooth my parched throat. As I lay up, my body leaves an imprint in the cool long grass; I’ve left my mark. The tranquil landscape of this place reminds me of an untouched world. Taking a sip, I feel the fresh water travel down my throat; the forest has left its mark. I smile.