Viola Staples

Hang on for a minute...we're trying to find some more stories you might like.

Email This Story

A bright red mushroom

spotted white

as if splattered with paint


Little laughs

bounce off the trees

Like a twinkling bell

her laugh like a fairy’s


We dance like children

across large stone surfaces that

hover over a roaring river


And as we follow

the path back home

I smile for in this moment

the world has never

been more joyous

and tranquil