When I was a child, I had many dreams
My Enchanted Forest nourished them.
I'd run through the woods, listening to their secrets.
My awe of nature abounded, when I considered the beginning.
A lively creek bubbled and bounced its way through the forest. The creek and I were very dear friends, but it died soon after I grew up and left. That makes me sad.
Sometimes, I've returned, to look through the window of the home that made my enchanted forest possible. Some dreams that were born there have lived, while others have died….
….just as my house is in the pangs of death.
Yet, I wouldn't trade this place of enchantment, full of childhood memories, for all the world.