Small Stone, Day 4 January 4, 2013
The beauty of the blue sky is reflected in the still, blue lake.
As above, so Below.
The birds are out and about, flying and flitting here and there.
I see the squirrels running through the trees, hear their chatter as they fuss at each other.
Once they find the corn in their feeder, they will sit quietly feeding themselves.
A gentle wind blows my wind chimes, I can only see them swaying about silently.
The sun has come for a visit, and nature responds.
By: D. B. Mauldin