As The Sun Sets

As The Sun Sets
By: Aschia Johnson



I sit in by canoe...the cool water lapping at the sides of the wood
and against the large trees that are deeply rooted into the soft ground
below the surface of the crystal clear water. I row slowly and see the ripples
of flawless glass distort the images of the feet and toes of the trees and
several spirits below me. The toes of the trees pulse with a soft blue light.
I sigh as the scales of beautiful fish reflect light onto the crystal clear window
that me and my boat sit upon. Blue light from the roots gets brighter as the
Sun sets to leave me behind to endure the danger and beauty of night.
The figures of the trees look old and ancient... they remind me of my grandmother
when she would lean over me and tuck me in as I sleep.