Post by Mikepoet on Apr 3, 2004 13:35:05 GMT -5
Perhaps a dream
Kyle’s chores were done shortly after middle sun and of a sudden he became tired. He wondered why he was tired after a good sleep the night before he had retired early. And this was dreamt if a dream it was. A place of beauty fertile and green. Animals moved through the forest without a sound excepting perhaps a whisper of grass as they walked by.
Was no clouds, no rain, no sorrow, no pain. The peace enchanted Kyle to a sense of security he had never before felt. Kyle felt he was simply another creature of nature, no more than that.
His senses had awakened to new things and he saw a beauty for the first time this moment.
The early morning sun glowed softly through the treetops in the wee hours of daybreak.
A slight rustling in the undergrowth brought Kyle’s attention to a pool of water beneath a fern.
And thus emerged a new born fern to stand before him on that cool clear dawn .As the fawn became aware of Kyle’s presence it just stood there wobbling unsure. The boy child wondered why it did not try to get away. How could it be so trusting? Then time stopped, as dreams sometimes will, Kyle wished this moment would never end. Then he awoke to see the day begin.
Kyle opened his eyes to a beautiful morning with a mind full of visions of the dream. He wondered how he could remember with such clarity. Who sent this dream?
How could the fawn be so trusting? His mind then drifted to the peace and serenity of the wood. The feeling in the dream was the same as the day before as he entered the wood. Then it changed when he cut down the tree. The trees had seemed to shiver as if they felt it. As if they were all part of the whole instead of each being one individual.
It was a beautiful dream, it seemed a gift, but from whom? Who could send such a gift? He would search in the day ahead. It seemed that wisdom sought is usually found if it is seeked.
After his morning meal, Kyle strolled into the village with his senses unusually sharp. It seemed that it was going to be a good day as he tackled his morning chores with fervor in hopes of getting into the woods soon. He must seek the meaning of the dream.
This is a writing I started at 17 and am never happy with it.
Looking at it here it seems alot of modify is in order but I have not slept in two days and am too tired.
Kyle’s chores were done shortly after middle sun and of a sudden he became tired. He wondered why he was tired after a good sleep the night before he had retired early. And this was dreamt if a dream it was. A place of beauty fertile and green. Animals moved through the forest without a sound excepting perhaps a whisper of grass as they walked by.
Was no clouds, no rain, no sorrow, no pain. The peace enchanted Kyle to a sense of security he had never before felt. Kyle felt he was simply another creature of nature, no more than that.
His senses had awakened to new things and he saw a beauty for the first time this moment.
The early morning sun glowed softly through the treetops in the wee hours of daybreak.
A slight rustling in the undergrowth brought Kyle’s attention to a pool of water beneath a fern.
And thus emerged a new born fern to stand before him on that cool clear dawn .As the fawn became aware of Kyle’s presence it just stood there wobbling unsure. The boy child wondered why it did not try to get away. How could it be so trusting? Then time stopped, as dreams sometimes will, Kyle wished this moment would never end. Then he awoke to see the day begin.
Kyle opened his eyes to a beautiful morning with a mind full of visions of the dream. He wondered how he could remember with such clarity. Who sent this dream?
How could the fawn be so trusting? His mind then drifted to the peace and serenity of the wood. The feeling in the dream was the same as the day before as he entered the wood. Then it changed when he cut down the tree. The trees had seemed to shiver as if they felt it. As if they were all part of the whole instead of each being one individual.
It was a beautiful dream, it seemed a gift, but from whom? Who could send such a gift? He would search in the day ahead. It seemed that wisdom sought is usually found if it is seeked.
After his morning meal, Kyle strolled into the village with his senses unusually sharp. It seemed that it was going to be a good day as he tackled his morning chores with fervor in hopes of getting into the woods soon. He must seek the meaning of the dream.
This is a writing I started at 17 and am never happy with it.
Looking at it here it seems alot of modify is in order but I have not slept in two days and am too tired.
