Mellow yellows of the sun, no longer piercing
A gush of fresh life with the breeze, not humid or hot
A utopian world outside the world
Dancing swaying trees rejoicing in radiant revival
I can almost hear the ‘hallelujah screams
The feel of fresh morning dew under my curled toes,
The soft damp earth, with the fragrance of creation and
humanity.
The sickeningly sweet smell of honeyed flowers
The capriccio of buzzing bees
A state of trance away from treacherous grasps of
civilization and society
An arrayed blast of colours, intense light, dramatic as
far as the eyes can see
The dominance of innocence abides where the hand of
corruption cannot reach
A slight chill, not unpleasant, yet it gives me
goosebumps
I wish to stay like this forever
Yes the winter has finally come.
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