Sunlight creeping. Rays dance, caressing leaves on their way down, down to the bright green earth.

Paint. Splashing and prancing to canvas boards.

Wet and gulping green grass ground at our feet.

Stop to pay attention.

Make sure you listen to what you hear.

And there will be; the tiny giggles of small artists being made. Gardens growing lovely things to eat. Whispers of sisters. The painting of noses. Water jar dripping. Snip-snap, the camera catches their rosy smiles.

There is solitude here. It is our very own piece of this world. Here, we can be who we need to be. We can be free.

And they seem to grow by the second.

They are the planting of seeds. The growing of bright beautiful flowers. They are the playfully frolicking in the breeze. The serenity of all things.

With responsibility we must remember; These babies we are making will be the people we leave to do the saving.