Sophia's Garden 4

From night blue to velvet green I slid then fell to the fish below.
Preparing myself with a deep breath, ready to fall into the water, a wind embraced me from the west. I was passed from the tree branch to the river bank with gentle care, as though mother carried me and lay me down in a cradle of grass, whispering, "She makes me lie down in green pastures, leading me beside stilled waters". I rested in the grass blanket. I inhaled the sweet breath of the water and green growth. Sophia and I hand in hand. Sophia and I walked the same path.