Lake of Hearts

[Johnson123]

Her arms were weary as she lay by the tranquility of the lake of hearts. For her soft motionless body rested from the exhausting work of gathering wood for the village elders. The job was heavy on her body but alas her heart was strong and her place of strength sat beside her like a mothers arms to a newborn shild.
Many hours has passed and the wood was forthcoming from by her tireless efforts and unselfish loyalty to all who surrounded her and the life she had become so accustomed to.
To be free and feel the earth was her greatest joy and to touch the water with the vigor of a child made like in her a spring of hope and wonderful joy that no mortal could ever hope to take away. Her freedom could be touched and more surely felt by anyone who happened to be lucky enough look upon her refection therein the lake of hearts.

To be continued.....

[Zhenya]

Oh, oh. I think this time you forgot to swith between Dr.Bendaver and Johnson123, my friend.



busted, busted...

[Lilly]

No Zhenya, dear, watch and read. This should be interesting. Sit back and enjoy the master at his work.

LillyNomad

[Johnson123]

Summers had come and gone with her but the lake was a constant source of rejubilant hope and a touchstone to what might be but mostly for her what might have been.
The kidney shaped lake no larger than a group of 50 men holdings hands was situated along the bottom part of a fairly laden forrest. Some say the past is felt with the present here but one would ever really know unless there blood was among the fields like so many who had passed this way before them.
Leaves floated softly into the water as she bent gently on knees with hands cupped. Her time was short now and the cool breeze was a sign of seasons gone by but not without the joy and forever sunshine she had kept stored away for so long.

to be continued......