Under the cut is a simple, everyday story with pictures.
The rays from a far-away sun streamed through the canopy, falling like curtains of gold and leaving puddles of warm light on the ground. The Birch Forest was bright with warm, healing sun. It danced over the bark of trees, over each blade of grass, over each leaf and grain of each and every plant. It fed them, the sun. The sun fed the plants until they were full to bursting and sweet in scent....and in taste.
The dew dripped from the grass, making it cool and wet to the palette. It was crisp and fresh, becoming a wonderful breakfast for bird and beast alike. Wet legs parted the rolling seas of Birch Forest grasses nearly-silently. The sounds of birdsong, shins parting grass and herbivore-teeth grinding blades and grains dominated the air. Little bugs became stirred up and floated on the morning breeze, sending quivers on to the pelt of the cervine contentedly enjoying the forest's daily gifted morning meal.
The cervine female shook the moisture from her maw as she picked her way through the high grass.
The morning had arrived on a new day as clearing spread out before the traveling cervine doe. Moss beckoned her, soft and warmed by the bright sun. Gratefully, the doe sank to the earth. The sun warmed and dried her pelt as the moss cushioned her weight.
The afternoon heat crept up on the world, drying the dew and bringing the breeze with it. A perfect time to nap.
Oh my! This is beautiful.
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Aww!
Thank you, Ocean. That is my
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