my world is as vast as my imagination, and I have a fertile one.
In my world, the trees sway hither and thus in rhythm with the wind. The two chime as if they were old friends discussing ancient times.
The green grasses plaster the land, in contrast to the beautifully colored horizon—showing what an artist the creator is.
The birds chirp in unison, the praises of yet a new day.
In my world, i can't help but notice how rich I am, with gold in the morning sun and silver in the starry nights.
The cool breeze of the virgin night caresses my body, giving an unexplainable feeling of calmness. A true solace of open spaces.
In my world, I notice too, how ripples kiss the water's surface the way mothers do their new borns.
Scattered candy-like clouds make up to the skies, in an attempt to absorb all that's around them.
In my world, I witness as well, how the placid waters of age leave no man off board the great voyage of life.
I see how seasons come and go, just as my favorite song plays on and on...
In my world, love is genuine, I call to thee and answers. Only that my world is my world and not our world. The difference between the two—only one is reality.