Strangely Beautiful

The sky was like a brilliant diamond floating above the forest, shining azure, and gleaming down. The waters of the earth reflected its beauty, its ripples sending out swirls of aquamarine that were their own unique impersonation of the sky.

Rays of sunlight danced down from the heavens and twirled around on the ground, lighting everything in a warm, golden glow. There were trees in the forest, many acres of them, lush and green and wonderful. The bending willow trees swept the ground with their long viridescent arms, murmuring amongst themselves, while the oak trees laughed as their leaves fluttered down onto the warm forest floor.

There were magical creatures that lived in that forest. Groups of mischievous vibrant pixies who made the flowers glow and glimmer, beautiful dryads who lived in the forests’ sweet ponds, and birds of brilliant colors that sang the most blissful songs of peace and prosperity. 

Among this beauty of the forest, in one of the small clearings, a maiden sat by one of the ponds. Her long legs and feet dangled in the powder-blue water. Her eyes were of the rarest violets, like an amethyst, and her hair of the lightest gold. Her hair hung in long waves that reached her knees, but today, it was braided and rested gently on her back. Woven carefully in the braid were delicate flowers of magnolias, roses, and lilies. With her bare feet and feathery dress of emerald, anyone could tell she was a creature of the forest. No doubt her court was waiting on her in the foremost clearing of the trees, dancing or singing while they waited.

The girl was gazing up at the sky thoughtfully, her violet eyes bright. At nighttime, when the sun fell, on many warm nights she would come and throw shining silvery-grey pebbles into the shimmering water under the moonlight with her friends. She was rarely alone when she came to this pond. It was a special pond, one with many magnificent stories that she had heard as a child.

A little dragonfly fluttered near her, and the young maiden reached out her hand. It touched her for an instant, before breaking free and flying off into the diamond sky.

The girl smiled, and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of the trees and grass and cosmos. Then she opened her eyes and stood up. With lithe, light steps, she made her way through the welcoming trees to where she belonged.

The end