A perpetual smell of fresh greenery fills my nostrils

She sings to me, her voice carried by the soft breeze

Wildflowers and dandelions pepper her rolls

The hills wave to me, and I wave back to her

The golden sunrise peeks up its nosy head

And it’s as though the field glows a mystical amber

The steady fog which covers the ground begins to lift

Like a bride’s veil, as she is to be married to the morning sky

Droplets of morning dew tickle my toes

The gentle crunch of the grass beneath my feet

As they sink into the fresh, untouched earth

She is cold, and yet I can feel the warmth radiating beneath the surface

My energies dance with her own, intertwining infinitely 

Inevitably drawing me ever so slowly back to her

With the crisp, clear air on my tongue 

I sing her praise and give thanks for her beauty