Sitting on a mossy rock I can feel the cool through my pants. Next to the rock runs a stream. I hear the soft splashing as the clear glistening water flows over rocks. I hear a fly or bee buzz past enjoying its travels through the serene.
The muddy floor of the stream is a shiny medium brown in contrast to the dull light browns of the decaying leaf litter on the forest floor. Beside me are two ferns growing side by side one a lighter green and feathery the other a darker green with smooth leaves.
I spot a tiny red oak just beginning it’s life, three leaves on a spindly stem. Branches and twigs scattered all about some freshly fallen some becoming part of the earth, each becoming food and homes for the little creatures that inhabit this space in a valley in the woods.
Creek near Franklin, North Carolina
Sunny River Writings 
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