The wind catching them with a whip and a whirl so elegantly gliding through the cascade of Sister forest 

That whoosh of wind like a rhythmic hum echoing on the mountain tops

Brambles of wild blackberries bouncing against the very bush they lay upon as the wind intertwines itself amongst the stems and leafs

In the shadows of the trees, dew still rests upon wild ferns like small babies napping in softness and delight

A small, quick hiatus before sliding to nourish the dirt below

Mother earth is still, accepting the splendor of her ultimate design and fortune bestowed to Her creation

Appreciating the calm as She awakens to the existence around Her

But how She arises with a warm glee to begin the day full of life and spirit