New Dawn

The boy felt lush grass dripping dew between his toes; heard the melody of jays; smelt the fresh tang of forest pine; tasted the crisp dawn mist, and gazed upon the iridescent beauty of the unicorn.

In sensual symmetry he wept, raised his bow, took aim through moistened veils and prepared to become a man.

 

Mark Brown.

New Dawn is a post from: Adventure and Learning