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Once
upon a time..., many years ago, there stood a child in the sun,
gleefully dreaming about the life he was about to live. It was a
beautiful summer morning. The
heat of the sun warmed the cool dawn air. Chipmunks wrestled in the
trees, and song birds sang with the gaiety of new born life.
Flowers blossomed, painting the air with their magical scent and
colors..., creating the backdrop for a mystical day of dreaming.
All
was calm on this magical summer day.
The sunlit tree-tops cast delightful images across the waters of
the mountain spring. The
dance of shadows amidst the throws of light gave a sense of vibrancy to
the stillness of the moment. In
the background echoed the cheers of children, as they danced amidst the
butterflies and bees. Pogo-sticks, hoola-hoops, barbies and match-box
cars littered the ground..., scattered about, fashioned with the style
of a feeding frenzy of fun. As
the children danced from game to game..., they played amidst each other
with the innocence of new born life.
From sand-box to slide, swing to jungle-gym..., each of the
children explored their imaginations, expanding their dreams into the
horizons of a world unknown.
The
colors of the day fashioned a scene that only a child could see, for the
innocence of a virgin mind can see and imagine the most valiant of
dreams. And for this one
child..., the child in the sun..., the child about to dream, this child
was special, for his dreams were not ones of things, but of things
created with love. It was
his dream to always have a home..., a place to return to..., a place to
be nurtured..., a place to be free.
The things he saw were things of beauty.
A beautiful home nestled amidst a forest of trees, and garden of
flowers. A place were birds
sang freely, and the elk and deer could safely roam.
A place where friends could play..., where the food was always
yummy, clothes always clean, and love always shared.
The
child was young, and knew no limits, and as he imagined this home, he
imagined the most magical of dreams..., his home was a Castle...,
draw-bridge and all keenly decorated with the colorful scent of
limitless thinking. From
his heart could He see, and through His heart did he paint...,
painting a picture of a life destined to be free.
With
the sun beating upon his hide..., matchbox car in hand..., he built his
Castle out of sand..., knowing that one day, it would become real.
Using sea-shells as windows, sticks as flag poles, and stones as
doors..., as his mind expanded, his castle grew..., and grow it did...,
soon gaining a barn and stable, filled with cattle, sheep and horses.
His horses gained a corral, and the corral a passage way to the
mountains. In the mountains he saw himself riding..., brisking through
the trees..., splashing along the river..., cooling in the shade of
stone. Waterfalls became rivers.
Rivers became streams. Streams became ponds..., and ponds places
of quietude where a resting soul could reflect upon the life he was
destined to live.
Back
at the castle, toys were scattered about.
Ferrari's, Lamborghini's, Porsche's,
Speed Boats, Airplanes, Motorcycles.
You name it..., every matchbox of dreams was neatly placed in a
place one day known to become home.
As
the child played in the sand, a Halo of happiness surrounded his being,
for He knew that if it weren't for His imagination, He would have no
dreams, and if it weren't for His dreams, He would have no place to call
home.
David
Lloyd Strauss
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