There Once was a Playground...

There once was a playground…


"We're all children in a playground that was built for us but does not belong to us. So let's  be kind, let's share, and let's look after it."






Once, in a time so very long ago, a kind and gentle old man built a playground unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Slides of snowy mountains flowed into rivers of blueberry oceans and fields of strawberry seas. Butterflies and lightning bugs danced around windmills of giant daisies and golden daffodils. And silver swings swung from a celestial cathedral of stars…

An excerpt from my story 'There Once was a Playground...'