The hidden stream surged from the ground. It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks. It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement. The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and shimmered in the cool of the shade trees. The stream’s destination was unknown to we mere mortals. We were gifted with a brief view of its exultation. The stream’s festive journey continued until it turned that last corner; it’s path once again hidden from sight.
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*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.