My Visitor
My Visitor
There were no beautiful views of mountains, landscapes, lakes or rivers. Yet, on that very spot where I was seated, there was a wonderful wood before me with very strange beautiful ferns, bushes and trees, so fresh and green. with inhabitants and creatures. I was in a charming rustic village. I saw, met the lovely village maiden in pink, so tiny, so pure, so tender, so lovely, so modest, others are in white or blue. I opened my parcel and spread it out on the ground. What a joy to see this wonder, this village while enjoying my picnic. Then came a dark, joyful, daring big fellow, sniffed the air. Welcome to this feast I said. Seeing a very rich feast before him, he tasted, climbed up, inspected the dishes and exited and joyously carried he a heavy, big lump of food without asking for permission, stumbling back into the woods, without saying goodbye and thank you, excited, so happy to share this welcome prize with his brothers and sisters. Thank you Mr. Ant to visit me and for sharing my food with you.
How grateful and happy I was for having seen, visited this charming world on a little plot of earth before my feet, my eyes. Just weeds, says someone.
