Elliot Stiller

The Light Dragon

The morning rays of sunlight lit the ground gently. The sound of the people’s shoes upon the earth was soft. Bird’s songs twinkled through the air like magic dust, lilting sounds, with open spaces in between, where the sound of the air quietly drifting could be felt. The world was awakening, and it was awakening with light and welcoming. The trees, tall, with their thick trunks, seemed to quietly sway their leaves, like friends smiling to each of them, peacefully. The ground before them was a rich, rich brown, and it felt like it cushioned each step.