From My Daughters' Dreams
A Day in the Forest The small forest breeze lingers in my hair. But, I don't care. The air is tinged with the scent of orchids. And the pond is a glistening snare. I lay here every day but, I still hear.. The buzz of the bees through the thin layer of my hair. Copyright(c)2008 Cheyanne Merrill. All... Sign in to see full entry.