Big Spring

Lost in my searching, I stop in the middle of the forest. The majestic pine trees kiss the skies and dream of eternity. The sounds of the rippling waters give them a glimpse of the non-stopping hallelujah. Their tears of happiness gather in this magical place, mirroring heaven. Green and blue mingle perfectly in a brilliant turquoise, a hidden gem, away from the world's disturbing noises. Without words, I kneel in awe. I listen to the music of silence, and I start to dream with the old pines. I dance alone, surrounded by invisible angels, under the clearest skies I ever saw.