Walking down a path
Straight out of a magical story
The small forest
Sharing Spots of sunlight and shade
Another walking my way
Not crossing paths, but soon to be parallel
“It’s pretty isn’t it?” with hands open, touching more
around me
“It’s really pretty” you said and you meant it, with
happiness across your face.
We both knew it was more than that
Pretty is just a word, but something had to be said
A way of saying thank you for the moment and the creation
experience
Continued walking for a few moments more
Before the birds and magic
Drowned out by the sound of (de)construction.
