You are in a meadow.

The grass is tall and swaying. 

Wildflowers glimmer bright blue, red and yellow. 

The sun is shining, warm against your face.

A breeze drifts through your hair. 

At the end of the meadow, there is a small bridge over a brook. 

You walk towards it, the grass grazing against your legs, 

the smell of sunshine and grass soft against your shoulders. 

As you come closer, you hear the brook running,

and see your inner child, waiting on the bridge. 

When you reach it, your hand resting on the wood, 

she smiles and waves at you. 

You step onto the bridge, your arms open. 

You embrace each other, warmth enveloping you both. 

Holding hands, you walk together and sit along the brook. 

You spend time skipping stones, catching up, laughing,

enjoying the silence. The birds singing behind you, 

the clouds drifting above, you talk about what you love, 

what lives in the quiet depths of your heart.

When the sun begins to set, you know it is time to go back. 

You walk back over the bridge together. 

You hold each other and she says that she is always with you. 

And so you let go, promising to take care of your heart, 

and that you will visit again soon, waving goodbye 

as you walk into the meadow, back the way you came, 

the sun shining gently against your neck, 

warmth resting in your chest.