The boys are like water elves. They walk in ankle deep clear water and climb the mossy limbs and roots of the trees that lean like protectors of life over the creek. The stone bridge arches in the shade. The sun breaks through the green spring leaves when the breeze turns them like hands waving in unison. Long shafts of light halo G and L and bring out the blue beauty of their eyes. They are brothers in happiness and more. I am their father in all things. For this moment, everything is good and my mind feels at rest.
