The Glade

Gentle winds teasing shading leaves to settle upon the forest floor, paving the trails in cascades of colors in the autumn months. Little ones delighting in their festive sounds underfoot as they play between the sparse foundations of deciduous columns and the evergreens of woods.

Winter casting a twinkling blanket upon the land, pinecones and pebbles adorning families of snowmen as they appear under gloved hands. Suspicious silence giving rise to collapsing giggles from the trees, snowballs finding their homes upon unsuspecting Masters and Mistress�s, their icy touch kissing pockets of exposed flesh.

Loose tresses and cloaks dancing upon a delicate breeze, seedlings making their claim to rich soils of the land. Spring fresh upon the air as slave bells and laughter play across the whisper of fading winter winds. Bare feet ticked by grassy surroundings, footprints decorating sandy depths as toes chance a dip in the pearly shallows of the lake.

Come summer the forest thriving with life once more, flowers scenting the air with each breath, a warmth encompassing the glade as Masters chase little ones into the welcoming cool of the waters. Bunches of wild flowers presented to Mistress�s, a flush decorating Their cheeks in the embracing summer air. Serenity claiming the forest and its hidden wealth.