A little stream and it is sparkly and there are rocks with moss on them and tall slender ash trees who dip their toes into the water and finally get a little chilly stretch up to the sky and giggle letting their leaves fall summoned* to the water and one on the head of the little sprite.
(needs picture of little sprite and his toes)
* My poetic husband wrote "summoned to" but I probably meant "some onto." That's what you get when you're a poet.
Posted by lizington at August 9, 2006 07:53 PM