Prompt 22, Half Marathon 2: Hour 10
Title: The Guiding Light
A mist spreads over the base of the falls.
Ethereal in quality, but tangible in spirit.
Roaring with the vigor of the very wind itself.
Nourished by its presence, a meadow passionately seizes its moment.
Driven by a desire to thrive, it reaches out to firmly grasp
the outstretched helping hand of the spray.
Though both have their differences, they exist together, in harmony.
Alive in every sense of the word.
As the sun gently peaks over the horizon, it beckons to its children.
The light of the dawn is approaching.
Its arms sprawl out in all directions to meet the landscape.
To nurture the grass and energize the torrent.
With every ray it seems to say,
There is hope in this brand new day.