Deep inside the forest there flows a stream that is far away from the concrete and steel world that most people call home. As I sit on the rock that has been worn away over the many years to fit perfectly to me, I dangle my feet into the water. There is something so amazingly peaceful about sitting inside this world of green velvet that is made up of the trees and the grass on the forest floor. The sun filters through the trees in waves of gold and hits the water as it slowly flows by every now and then moving over or around a rock in its path creating a bit of silver before it continues on its way.
Around me is the music of the forest as a slight breeze ruffles the leaves and a bird flies from one perch to another and the stream continues its music. I gaze off into the distance as I sit there and slowly connect to the patterns of the forest. A rustling occurs in the forest across from me and a pure white unicorn steps out of the shadows and looks at me with its aquamarine eyes. It dips its head and steps to the stream and takes a drink from the stream before turning and disappearing back from where it came.
As I sit and breathe in the peace around me, fluttering in the distance captures my attention and as I watch a large grouping of butterflies comes toward me and if I listen closely I can hear the sounds of their laughter and joy as they brush on by. A slight smile touches my face.
As I have to go back to the world of concrete and steel I take the sound of the laughter of the butterflies and place it into my memory to pull out when I forget what really matters in the world around me.
