The heaven’s warm breath blows my hair away from my face, as if it’s trying to makes sure I get a clear view of the lovely scene starring at my eyes. Tall soft grass dancing with the wild flowers, and sage old trees resting in the sun’s peaceful gaze. A stream quietly gurgling, creating a lullaby to all. The clear sky, decorated with only a few clouds dotted throughout it, look down to see the mockingbirds devising beautiful harmonies. A single butterfly blesses me by resting its beautifully embellished wings on my fingertips. The air is sweet and warm from the tenderness of nature, and I enjoy it all while resting on a large cold stone, not yet kissed by the sun’s warm lips.