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Rebekah and the Happy Tree

            Rebekah was a girl who spent her days playing along in the tall green grass. 

       She was as pretty as the wildflowers that grew in the fields behind your house.

       On hot days Rebekah would lie back on the bed of moist ferns and dream her days

       away.

       The blue sky filled with dancing clouds revealing endless images of fluffy bunnies, 

   Cotton Angels, gentle faces and much more.She had quite an imagination. Rebekah 

   would giggle at any image as long she had clouds to gaze at. Her dad had a talent for

  creating beauty in his garden. Every color possible made people stop and admire the

  beauty of his wonderful imagination.

      With colorful flowers came amazing butterflies. They were like sprinkles

fluttering in the warm summer breeze. When Rebekah lay still she could hear the

sound of their wings when they flew by her tickling her little delicate ears. The

beautiful sounds came in all forms.There was the blue jays with a sharp voice,

cardinals with their repeating chirps and the small chickadees with their tickling

tones. 

       Sometimes if their sounds came together, they created a natures’ symphony. 

    She opened her eyes slowly hoping to capture the birds in their happy moments. 

    Her smile while was as big as the sun. Her eyes exploded with sheer delight. 

    Rebekah enjoyed everything nature provided. They were the gifts she would 

    always cherish. 

        She gave thanks for every gift she was given. Rebekah’s grandmother had showed

    her the fun and magic of many flowers.   Rebekah would seek out certain oak trees

    and peel layers of white bark from the tree trunk. It was truly calming and she 

    never ran out of tree trunks. The buttercup was the flower so fabulously yellow. 

    If she put the flower under her chin and the color yellow was reflected on her

    skin that would mean she loved butter.

         The daisy with white velvet petals and a yellow center would reveal if a boy

      ’loved you’ or ‘loved you not’. She would pull out one petal at a time. If the last 

      petal revealed that the boy “loved her not” she would start all over again with

      a fresh new daisy. Sometimes she would go through lots of daisies. In the end 

      the boy would always end up loving her.

           She never tired of playing the daisy game. Among the field of color there

       was a plant that had the shape of the pea pod. The magic of this plant was if you 

      touched it gently with the tip of your finger the plant would immediately explode 

      shooting out tiny seeds that were snuggled inside. Even though Rebekah knew 

      what was going to happen she was startled every time.     

         It made her laugh each and every time.She found it extremely funny There 

    were only a few around so she made every touch count. Now dandelions were

    plentiful, Rebekah would pop off the tops and collect lots of the stems which 

    she joined together making a lovely dandelion necklace. It was a fun craft that

    cost her nothing.

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