Ever On and On

Laying next the humming creek the King of Regium rested his head on his paws.  The sun was starting it's downward path across the sky and the birds were chattering lightly as spring began to break more and more into the harsh bite of winter.  The redwoods still towered above him and not since he was a child had he felt so small.  It was humbling.  Peridot eyes rested on the swirling water that moved so elegantly around the little rocks and twigs in it's way.  Hurried, yielding and never staying still for long….

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