• Never born with the vision of eyes
    Instead born with Vision of mind
    Cool trails of sweat drip from our brows,
    A feeling of bliss
    Lying here in a quilt of warmth
    The feel of crisp grass
    On our legs and arms
    Peace settled into the silence as if it were home,
    The light winds blow through our hair
    The sweet scent of summer days carried on them
    Drifts from the air as we breath in deep,
    The warm rays of the summer sun like a mothers embrace,
    A feeling of safety,
    Soft sounds of buzzing drift swiftly past our ears
    Taste of sweet honey tickle our tongues,
    Sounds of crickets playing summer tunes
    Sound of cheerful chirping
    Sounds of croaking deep and strong,
    Joy took flight like a mother holding her child for the first time,
    Light winds like feathers on our faces
    Turn our cheeks cold as if kissed by Jack Frost,
    The rays of warmth leave us
    Like a child leaving home for the first time,
    The crickets orchestra becomes louder,
    We feel the warmth die,
    The songs of day becoming night grow louder,
    Mothers arms unwrap themselves
    Sadness sunk in like a child losing its mother,
    A empty and cold feeling within,
    Wind becomes two frozen arms holding us in a tight embrace.