In the morning light, children play with dew-touched grass, eager for their first initiation, where mystery melts into lemonade stands.
"Our shadows chase dreams," whispers Juniper, weaving daisies into crowns, casting spells of giggles.
The elder sister pokes fun at time, saying "The past is a ribbon of tomorrows arising from tangles."
Rituals of boyhood include the gathering of marbles, a collective secret held tightly in each tiny orb.
Unknown paths lead to secret doors, where the grass whispers tales only heard by heart-wide children, brave enough to listen.
Seek Common Ground