PJ

A foundation long forgotten, stood at the bottom of a valley, covered with alfalfa. It had been started but never finished. The abandonment had created a long history of being trampled on, for it had no barriers to sway directions. The sun shone, warm and bright, allowing the earth to take over. It sprouted life where none had been, where beings intended to flourish. The meadow surrounding the area was serene and calm. It had been walked over before but, the grass would bounce back, the flowers continued to bloom, the butterflies gracefully floated to rest in its wonder. If you were to look closely, the ground seemed to mound over the base, showing the boundary. The structure was solid and dense, unable to move beneath the weight from gravity. Still, it often was easily missed and therefore, hard to understand when a foot would find itself stubbed against its brick. One could go around it, respecting it's privacy. But, often, it was walked on, or into, more often than not. When feet approached it, willingly looking to find comfort from wind, they found another choice. Step over it, lay down inside it's small walls, and rest for awhile. This inhabitant built a fire, settled down, and began to build the walls to enclose the safe space. A harmony of house and shelter was felt mutually.