Writing Prompt

[shadesong]

Today's prompt is from special guest star docorion:

Sunlight on the grass.


I'm going to go lie down now. *decisive nod*

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[chaoticmatter.livejournal.com]

Majestic oak and redwood trees stood peacefully in the still afternoon, a slight breeze stirring their leaves. A single-laned stretch of road meandered through the ancient forest, cars scarce along its path, sheltered by the thick canopy above. Dappled sunlight dotted the road, a leaf fell to rest, a train of ants crossed the great expanse. Human activity was low in these parts, had been for many years. The proclamation of protected parklands kept the resource mongrels away, and the hype of technologically driven lifestyles drew society like a moth to flame, away from nature. But the forest wasn’t complaining, being left to slowly grow and provide room and board for small creatures suited the trees just fine. On the other hand, there was one guest who was always welcome.
A beast slunk through the trees, along the pathway humanity had provided, out of place amongst the quiet trees. Stealthily it cruised, winding its body of metal around the forest, sunlight gleaming off the polished chrome. On its black back sat a man, alone, he controlled the beast, directed its path with fluid skill. His eyes were shielded from the sun’s vital, yet harsh rays, and the wind pulled back his hair, teasing and ruffling. Strong, bare arms held him in his precarious situation, fingers loosely hooked around the handle bars. The playful wind continued to toy with his clothing; fluttering his grey over shirt behind him, pulling his blue t-shirt taunt against his chest, tugging the hem of his jeans. A satisfied smile danced across his lips, seeming to some as a cocky smirk, but the trees knew what he was thinking.
He slowed his powerful companion to a crawl, and pulled gently into a secluded glade, hiding his bike from prying eyes. Shutting off the engine caused a void of sound; the forest reclaimed its silence. He dismounted and slid through the dense undergrowth, scaled a bank which was a former tree, and emerged back into the sun. He stood on the soft earth, feeling his feet sink in to the nutrient rich soil, over looking the vast expanse of the parklands. Hundreds of green trees stared back, waving their silent greeting with the wind’s gentle aid. He smiled. This was home.
A few minutes lie in the warm sun, listening to the birds sing and squirrels twitter, made the man energized, like he had been re-fuelled. He reached down and removed his shoes, then his socks, next his shirts. The sun felt glorious on his bare skin, and he stripped off his pants, leaving him only in a pair of shorts. He left a neat pile of clothing, his ties to the society he had become part of, and returned to become a part of the forest. Back under the protective shade of the trees, he surveyed his surroundings for the perfect tree. It didn’t take long, and soon he was clambering up its trunk, strong fingers finding hidden purchases in the intricate bark. Mid way up the tree, he stopped in on a wide branch, sitting with his bare back against the grainy bark, and viewed the forest from a higher level. He didn’t stay for long, feeling the energy build up again, and soon he was leaping branches, inspecting new trees. Pressing his hand to the thick bark, he could feel the trees murmuring, whispering, confiding in him. He wasn’t in the forest, the forest was in him. His spirit roamed through the trees, swinging from branches, hanging by its legs, listening.
Soon he felt the pull of society, calling him back to his responsibilities and duties. Leaving was always the hardest part, for the man and the woods; to re-join the mainstream of civilization was a chore. There weren’t many with whom the forest would communicate with, and most rarely came by. But he always returned, after seven sunsets, he’d be back. So far away from home, it kept him sane.

[laurelian.livejournal.com]

The field spred out like an ocean on all sides. The long, lean grass stems swaying and dancing in the wind, creating waves as far as the eye could see. The sun shone down, sparking on the shiny green grass, twinkling invitingly.

"Sunlight on the grass..." she thought, stretching her long, lean body and curling into another lazy circle before the window, "...and no one to go out and play in it."