A simple bookmarked thread, so I will remember.
To remember sitting upon the earth with my feet dancing in the lake's water
And a bubble asked a leaf if she could come out and play.
And a shell, appeared, a treasured gift to remind me of those I used to collect, while walking with the sand and waves along the precious Gulf.
With the shell upon my heart, I laid upon the earth and felt her warmth caress my back. Looking up the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds and trees.
I am a simple woman who sees such simple things. I have nothing profound to say, just a simple afternoon when the little child in me, like the bubble, just wanted to play.