in my dreams, this is what i see

The fresh smell of pine and life permeate the air.

Drops of dew cling to blades of grass like a child clings to their mother.

Warm rays of light seep through the trees. Like water slipping through a crack in the wall.

Wildflowers unfold and bloom.

The river folds and flows like a flag in the wind. Not too slow. Not too fast. But just right.

The birds whistle and sing, welcoming the world to a new day.

This is my paradise.

-Lloyd