Haulean was dreaming. He had to be, because he'd never seen such a beautiful place in all his young life... A lush wooded area, with vibrant flowers of all sorts; a lot of which, he'd never even seen before. Anywhere there weren't flowers, it was so green... he just wanted to roll around in the soft clover, or climb one of the leafy trees. But he was... searching. For what? Or whom? He didn't know... but maybe he'd know when he found it?
The petite, freckled youth wandered through the flowers, gently skimming the tops of them with his fingertips as he passed. It was so lovely, here... Not a care in the world. No pain. It seemed almost familiar, though he knew he'd never been here before. Or had he? He couldn't remember.
Eventually, the boy decided to curl up in a sunny spot, created by an opening in the trees above. A secluded little alcove of sorts. Was that the right word? Probably not. Did it matter? Not in the least. Haulean sprawled in the softness beneath him, freckled face turned up toward the sun's rays. His pale hair gleamed golden in the light, and he closed his eyes for just a moment. He wanted to take in the feeling of serenity, before he got back to exploring what appeared to be his own little world.
What was that silly song he'd been taught, when he was little? One of his 'Aunties' had taught him... Oh... that was it! Idly and softly, the boy began to sing aloud:
"Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
In a world of my own
All the flowers
Would have very extra-special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own
There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds
Everyone would have a dozen blue birds
Within that world of my own
I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland..."
The petite, freckled youth wandered through the flowers, gently skimming the tops of them with his fingertips as he passed. It was so lovely, here... Not a care in the world. No pain. It seemed almost familiar, though he knew he'd never been here before. Or had he? He couldn't remember.
Eventually, the boy decided to curl up in a sunny spot, created by an opening in the trees above. A secluded little alcove of sorts. Was that the right word? Probably not. Did it matter? Not in the least. Haulean sprawled in the softness beneath him, freckled face turned up toward the sun's rays. His pale hair gleamed golden in the light, and he closed his eyes for just a moment. He wanted to take in the feeling of serenity, before he got back to exploring what appeared to be his own little world.
What was that silly song he'd been taught, when he was little? One of his 'Aunties' had taught him... Oh... that was it! Idly and softly, the boy began to sing aloud:
"Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
In a world of my own
All the flowers
Would have very extra-special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own
There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly how-de-do birds
Everyone would have a dozen blue birds
Within that world of my own
I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland..."
05-25-2024, 10:14 AM
