A little girl is playing in a big field. A big, beautiful field full of nature's treasures. All kinds of beautiful wildflowers. The little girl runs all through the pretty flowers laughing out loud. She points at all the colors. A man seems to be watching her at play. He is a very kind, gentleman who doesn't bother the little girl. He smiles as he watches and laughs. The little girl doesn't notice the man, she is so busy at play. She runs all around, jumping through the flowers. She is so happy and laughs, laughs and laughs. She is about three or four years old. She knows that she is loved. The sunshine is out in the beautiful, blue sky full of big fluffy white clouds. The man thinks that this little girl is just a smaller version of the sunshine. She looked up at the big clouds and dreams up pictures, and pointing, maybe a rabbit, a pony, or perhaps an angel. The man loves the little girl so dearly. He has all power to protect until He brings her home to her everlasting home where she will be able to play all the time. For now, He watches over her. A butterfly suddenly flies around the little girl's head keeping just out of reach. It seems to be dancing with the girl as the girl happily chases it all around. She is having so much fun. It makes her feel good. Her laughing never ends. She falls down, but she keeps on laughing, she isn't hurt. As she gets up, her eyes catch a glimpse of a violet patch and she points, screaming with delight and runs towards the patch of violets. The man laughed at the sight of her happiness. She picks a whole bunch and holds them close to her heart giving the biggest smile anyone has seen. The man put the patch there for her. The girl dances all around with her newfound treasures. After a while, the girl starts to feel sleepy. It is a good kind of sleepy. The girl looks over at the man and feels comfortable with him. So she walked over to Him and tells him she is sleepy. The man smiles and picks her up. He sits on a tree stump with her in his arms holding her close. The little girl drifts off to sleep, dreaming of happy times. The man kisses her on her forehead. He sits on the tree stump whispering that playtime is over and that there will be another time for play.
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