07/03/2026
Effervescent vrooms broke the silence of a grove, previously an inaudible harmony grew here alongside the lilies, yet now our child's incessant beeps and train choooooo choo's reigned supreme. Might this meadow be but a peaceful haven again? Might the moss and the stream dance without toddler tromps and violent stomp?
Perhaps.
Yet something about the boy's charisma spoke to another dance that did belong to the realms of nature's beauty. Alongside the vim of him who would possibly cause nothing but chaos lived an equal potential for tenderness and care. The cavorting of the two natures often came to the edge but did not fall off, rather climbed to new heights of crescendo, to the utmost pinnacle! Only such seemingly opposing momentums, working in tandem but not without challenge, could cultivate such a beautiful thing as this: a child playing in the woods.
