Beautiful

By Kristina Hollon

There I stood in a lush green field with decorations of scattered weeded, blue and yellow flowers. The breeze whipped through my hair with gentle short breaths. The decorated grass danced back and forth to the melody that was being played by the quartets of crickets, frogs and humming bees nearby. The sky was painted with yellow, orange, red and purple blotches and streaks.

Beautiful, was the only word that could describe something so beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the view that was presented before me nor plug my ears to ignore such beautiful songs. Instead I sat down in the grass that laid belo0w my feet and joined the grass in dancing to each of the melodies. I swayed back and forth rocking slowly to each wave of new songs as the birds joined into the melody by giving their own rendition of how the chorus went as they flew by. There was a faint sound of the sheep baaing on our neighbor’s land. I listened and tried to decipher their voices to see if I could recognize which voice belonged to whom. “Baa Baa,” That was Spot. “Baaaaa,” there was patches. “Baa Bah Baa Bah,” was that Callie? Or was that…

Suddenly I was moved forward by a force other than my own. It was not a harsh force but a gentle strong one. I smiled realizing what the force was from. “Hey Virtue,” I said to my horse as I reached up giving her a loving pat on her nose. She rested her head on my shoulder for a little bit as we looked out at the scene. A few moments later she moved and laid down next to me. “It is so beautiful isn’t it?” I asked her as we sat watching the colors of the sky, acting like mood rings, change form and color. New streaks of color were placed on the masterpiece before us as it laid majestically across the sky.

“The sky is so beautiful. This place was beautiful. Virtue, you are so beautiful” I said giving my horse another loving pat. She gave a whinny as if she agreed with me. “How did I get so lucky? That I get to be here?” but I left the questions unanswered as I smiled at the views and sounds all around. This was a day of peace, this was a day of serenity, this was a day of happiness, this was a day of beauty, this was NOT my day. I am sure it was someone’s day but mine was going to get milk.