The Little Creek

The little creek winds its way through the tall rough grass, the clouds mirrored delicately in the water. The surrounding forest of birch and oak encircling, guarding the creek through its twisting journey, past great swarming anthills, bright wildflowers, and birds nestling far up in the treetops. Minnows and tiny crayfish move slowly with the current, past pebbles half hidden in the white sand and bits of green algae, letting it take them wherever it may please, not worrying over the where or what-ifs. The creek knows what it is doing. The creek is safe. Peaceful. All is quiet, save for the mutterings of squirrels, songbirds, and the gurgling creek, barely at a whisper, as it continues its long and everlasting journey through the trees.

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