Deep in the forest flows a babbling stream lined with tall blue grass and scarlet red mushrooms. Dragonflies dance in the sunlight streaming through the tall foliage. There’s a cool breeze blowing. In between an occasional croak, and the warbler’s notes lies a soft hush.
Hours go by in this quiet little place. Sunlight begins to retrace its steps and in the light of the setting sun the dragonflies begin to change little by little. One rests on a rock…..
Welcome to the land of whimsical!