Glimpse

I can see them come running from the the distance to the edge of the lush, green hill, laughing and playing, brushing aside the thick, tall grass.

They are free now. Truly free. And great adventures await them. But first there will be journeys to the foothills, wading into the clear and cool mountain springs and babbling brooks. There will be an eternity for all the epic adventures and joys unspeakable. Joyous excursions into the blue forests. They are young again and full of joy. Full of life.

Magnificent birds fly overhead soaring on the powerful wind as creatures of all sorts can be seen milling and moving toward the edges of the valley below.

The children go running off again and their laughter echoes through the canyon of the ages.