As she sits quietly on the grass she gazes up at the stars. The melody of soft butterflies rolls through her ears with serene temper. The Sun glares down on her mind, creating darkened lights among the leaves. Never has so smooth a movement glided through the tunnels of thought. Now, as she glides her way towards another day her dreams drift along a Path. Narrow is the way and gleaming is the brand new day. Petals stomp the glimmering prance of water on the still pond. Geese mock the air with laughter in their own language. As her fingers warm she sees the connection made to passion, yearning for the faith to try again.