I lift my eyes towards the sky awakened by the morning mist. Dew drops collect in green cupped leaves. Grass below unfolds as the water falls. Violet flowers grace the fields in the May mornings as I walk along a trodden pathway leading to the still waters that flow from the winter's spring. The flowers are in full bloom by the afternoon warmth. As the wind sweeps through, tree leaves flutter as the birds sing. Butterflies float by. Moon days appear unexpectedly. Restless in the evening, the moon outshines the sun as the sun retires out of sight into the good night. Copyright 1997 by Janice M. Chang, J.D.
Reason for writing:
Mayfield is the result of a guided imagery experiment,
written in a waiting room.
Birth sign: Not entered
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