Oaken

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Gold Bellies

Ground Smiles

Nobody remembers when

the hillside stopped wobbling.

Some say it happened after a

very patient rain.

Others insist Oaken wandered

through carrying a pocket full

of "almost there."

The pebbles seemed to know. The

bees' little bellies of gold told them.

One morning, a young sapling

leaned so far into the wind that

the breeze politely stepped aside.

"Take your time," it whispered.

The roots nodded.

They'd been expecting this.

Oaken wandered past without

saying a word.

It paused beside a stone that

had been wondering whether it

belonged.

It borrowed a mossy log that had

woken up with bedhead.

The stone stopped wondering.

A beetle marched across it

like it had somewhere terribly

important to be.

It probably did.

The moss scooted over to make

room.

It usually does.

Nearby, a mushroom was holding

the forest together with absolutely

no visible effort.

Nobody mentioned it.

The mushroom didn't seem

interested in discussing it.

By afternoon, the hillside felt

wonderfully certain of itself.

A sleepy spider tightened one

corner of the afternoon.

The raccoons had been

using it as a hammock.

The shadows settled in.

Even the creek remembered

exactly where it was going.

Oaken had already wandered on.

You can usually tell.

The ground smiles with its feet.

The moon smiled upside down.

The earth whispered, "Wheee."

And there are popsicles on Thursdays.

Pebbles are

practicing mountains

— Spunky Mind

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