It was a perfect day.
The sun baked our shoulders
As our feet tramped
Through the freshly watered grass.
Flowers turned their faces to the sun.
I thought I could hear
The plants grow.
Cottonwool clouds
Drifted on a breeze,
Coming from the bank of fog
On the horizon.
The seagulls squawked and flocked,
Enjoying good fishing
In the calm, blue waters.
Peace.
It seemed a million miles
From the news of the day.
Enveloped in nature's calm;
Tranquility
Bathing my soul.
I walked and breathed;
I turned my face to the sun.
I blossomed.
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