All Was Well

Shimmering silver cosmic trees suddenly surrounded him Maybe he truly was the chosen, the keeper of the arrows of light They gave him a sense of love and protection he had not felt for a long time Maybe since his parents had passed on to the other world These cosmic trees were speaking to him not with voice But through inner thoughts, telling him they chose him for his pure heart That is what his grandmother had always called him. He smiled thinking of her lovely warm disposition and loving ways He stared at his reflection in the magic reflective pathway Noticing the harvest moon for the first time in months Harvest moon had always been his protective nature sign He felt the love of his grandmother and his parents. All was well.