Standing on the hill I looked across to see trees at a similar level. The path went at a steep angle and took me into a canyon that would remain hidden if one didn't know how to ascend into it. These are gems to find out on the prairie and always fun to explore, since you often are the only new addition to the area. I always find something new and remember the first time I was here and where I might stop to take in the silence from the outside world. All one hears are the tiny stream and wind rustling through the leaves. Soon the birds begin greeting you and the world around them to add to the beauty. I close my eyes to take in the sounds around me and drift off with the gentle breeze carrying happiness to all who listen. It is an age old song carried through time, the voice of the land.
Yes that is a tiny dog climbing on the tree spanning the creek.