as the soft cool waves of air
cascade over and through the blades.
White flecks of light
trimmed in golden yellow
sparkle through the breaks
in the tall thick trees that line
the softly sighing bay.
Cottony whisps of clouds rest above
in sheets of pink and blue.
Sweet notes are playing in the air,
hopping from branch to branch,
peeping from the hearts
of the beautiful and fragile.
Who, when bathing in the
life of this simplistic scene,
would ever want to leave for the
Land of Dreams
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