I am sitting in a perfect painting,
The grass is fresh and green
Dotted with daisies soaking up piebald rays
The trees are green and tall splashed with reds and yellows.
The wind rustles the leaves and weaves through my hair.
Life, constantly flitting from here to there.
A large painted rock finally lacking in graffiti
It's a little place saved for creation, death, and new starts
Where one can start remembering a sun filled childhood.
Serene and simple with a stunning unmowed flare.
Even the people have melted into the scene
Making my journey from far away worth it
Now that I care-to love and to share.
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