I felt the pleasant breeze gently caress my face,
as I pondered on the true meaning of life.
I observed a tranquil stream.
The sparkling water spiralled, forming delicate ripples on its surface.
I smelt the sweet fresh air as it whipped my hair around my face.
I listened to the trees.
They whispered secrets to one another,
Whilst swaying in the wind.
It was as though they knew the answer, the meaning of life.
I savoured the mellifluous feeling.
This is living.
This is freedom.