Sara, Ida, Mother, Father. Those are the names on four small stones in a cemetary by Northwood Lake, where nature wraps the bones in earth. Undisturbed, nearby, the trunk of a masssive black walnut tree lies resting on the ground.
Undisturbed except for the little fairies dancing in the moss on its side. When I see the moss growing like that I can almost see fairies dancing in it. It is a magical scene. Comment is great too. It reminds me to enjoy life before my body is bones and my spirit flies away. We forget that on this earth we are the minority. Many have passed before us and all too soon we will join them. Oh sorry not a very cheery comment is it?
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Undisturbed except for the little fairies dancing in the moss on its side. When I see the moss growing like that I can almost see fairies dancing in it.
It is a magical scene. Comment is great too.
It reminds me to enjoy life before my body is bones and my spirit flies away. We forget that on this earth we are the minority. Many have passed before us and all too soon we will join them. Oh sorry not a very cheery comment is it?
So peaceful and reflective. Your blog is always such a nice respite from the day-to-day busyness.
oh man, i can almost SMELL the earth
It looks so peaceful there, a wonderful place for your loved ones to rest in peace.
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