Lizabelle's Walk
Lizabelle loved mornings. She especially loved the morning walks she took with her mother. They excited and delighted her and made her feel grand.
One magic-filled morning, mother and daughter set off to discover what treasures the new day had to offer…Strolling cheerfully through the neighborhood, Lizabelle noticed some pleasant changes: the fresh smell of just-cut grass and flamingo-pink blooms bursting new life on a Mimosa tree. She collected one wispy blossom that had fallen to the ground, brushed its silkiness lightly against her cheek, and then tucked in into her hair…They saw a few unexpected miracles too. A ruby-throated hummingbird stopped by the trumpet vine for a quick sip of nectar. Then, Lizabelle went splish-splashing right into a deliciously wet puddle formed from last night’s rain shower.
“I love this time of day.” Mother said. “The world becomes fresh and crisp and exciting. Let’s listen to the morning music…
Lizabelle liked finding new discoveries, but she also found joy in knowing that some things stay the same. She could count on these things to be there and welcome her day after day…
To Lizabelle, though, night was totally different, scary-different, not exciting like the morning…Except for the moon and the stars decorating the sky, night taunted and daunted her and made her feel shy…
Handing her daughter a flashlight, Mother said, “Here, this is for you to hold. I’m going to show you just how magical the night can be.”
...“I love this time of day, too.”Mother said. “The world becomes gentle and calm and soothing. Let’s listen to the night music…new things wait to be discovered if you only look for them…
*All content/writing copyrighted 2012 by Michele K. Smith
One magic-filled morning, mother and daughter set off to discover what treasures the new day had to offer…Strolling cheerfully through the neighborhood, Lizabelle noticed some pleasant changes: the fresh smell of just-cut grass and flamingo-pink blooms bursting new life on a Mimosa tree. She collected one wispy blossom that had fallen to the ground, brushed its silkiness lightly against her cheek, and then tucked in into her hair…They saw a few unexpected miracles too. A ruby-throated hummingbird stopped by the trumpet vine for a quick sip of nectar. Then, Lizabelle went splish-splashing right into a deliciously wet puddle formed from last night’s rain shower.
“I love this time of day.” Mother said. “The world becomes fresh and crisp and exciting. Let’s listen to the morning music…
Lizabelle liked finding new discoveries, but she also found joy in knowing that some things stay the same. She could count on these things to be there and welcome her day after day…
To Lizabelle, though, night was totally different, scary-different, not exciting like the morning…Except for the moon and the stars decorating the sky, night taunted and daunted her and made her feel shy…
Handing her daughter a flashlight, Mother said, “Here, this is for you to hold. I’m going to show you just how magical the night can be.”
...“I love this time of day, too.”Mother said. “The world becomes gentle and calm and soothing. Let’s listen to the night music…new things wait to be discovered if you only look for them…
*All content/writing copyrighted 2012 by Michele K. Smith