The "Be Yourself Creek"

This wasn't any old creek. Some might say it was just a drainage ditch, a cast aside spot, forgotten by the rest of society.
But the Ordinary Princess saw something different. To her, it was enchanted. It was fairy touched. Trees dipped their long fingers into the water and stirred up new life, whispering to her. The sun made cut-out shadows from the leaves and blinked through sleepily.
This wasn't any old creek. It was the "Be Yourself Creek." There's not a lot of places in the world today that freely offer themselves. But the "Be Yourself Creek" did. It called to the Ordinary Princess, practically begging her.
"Here," it said, "you may be solemn. Here, you may be winsome. Here, you may be happy, or sad, or angry. Here, you may be yourself."
This wasn't any old creek. The water of that creek had healing power, the Ordinary Princess just knew it. And she danced there. On the rocks, by the plants, through the butter yellow flowers. And nothing stopped to listen. Because nothing cared. Even the Ordinary Princess didn't care. She just was.