I love the warmth of the sun with a touch of breeze,
The numbing green of the trees' leaf.
Can you hear them,
All of em' ?
They sound like the rushing water,
An Ocean against the shore.
Light pierces through them and
Tickles the rocks and grass blades.
I'm thinking, this is where I go to think;
Smell the air--can you taste it?
Not a thing; no rust, no distraction--just air.
No wait...
There is a sort of sweetness to it.
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