The calm, cool air holds me in a soft embrace.
I lay on the grass, my golden hair encircling my face.
The leaves whisper secrets as they rustle in the breeze.
I inhale the scent of roses and pine trees.
I smile. "This is God," I think.
I try to keep my eyes open, afraid to blink.
I take in my surroundings, for I fear
that if I blink, this moment will disappear.
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