I used to love how the sunlight shimmered on the water. I would walk to the lake everyday just to watch the phenomenon. The sunlight would sparkle on the waves like millions of tiny ballerinas performing pirouettes. They danced to the music of the leaves rustling in the trees. When the crickets chirped and the bees buzzed in the warm summer air, the symphony was unmatched in beauty. But, sadly, those days are over now. I am grown, and I no longer imagine tiny dancers in the lake. I can no longer hear nature’s symphony. But the magic in this lake was not lost with my innocence. I can see it in my son’s face.

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