CHANGING CHANNELS
She ran to the tallest tree in the yard . I told her not to climb it, but as usual she didn’t listen to me. ” But I want to climb the tree, and see how far I can see,” she said. “I would rather you didn’t climb the tree at all.” I told her. ” I can climb this tree without hurting myself, I’ve done it before,” she replied. She began to climb the tree, and was 10 feet above the ground before I could reach her. I stood at the base of the tree warning her to climb down, and ready to catch her if she fell. She smiled a broad grin, and looked down at me, saying; ” See I told you I could climb the tree. See I didn’t even get my dress dirty. I want to climb just one more branch higher, I promise I won’t fall. ” Going up or down was as great a peril , I asked her to climb down, but she insisted on climbing up. “One more branch. Just one more.” The bough was large and well leafed, she straddled the bough and laughed at her latest achievement. Her eyes sparkled, as her hair blew in the breeze. She was an Amazonian maiden with a skinned knee, wearing short white socks,brown sandels, and a sundress of printed flowers. She sat straddling the bough, beneath the brilliance of the blue sky, as if she were ascending into the rays of sunlight.
An illusion of reality often escapes from the cage of caution. Love is a burden and bounty to all who live, and no longer live. Beautiful, lovely , sweet and wonderful, bliss, is not suppose to end, crying in the sunlight of tomorrows. It only pauses during the absense of dreams.
L.A. STEEL
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