Follow the stream of ease through the bamboo crowd. The sunlight tickles your face as if expecting your appearance.

The air is crisp from the rain of last morn. Forget the past. Future is the thought of now.

The end of the stream is the beginning of life as the shadows of fish float beneath the lily pads. The twittering birds look down upon them with little interest as looks at a textbook.

A koala mesmerized by you candles slowly but smoothly comes down to touch one. You blow them out laughing as it reminds of a forgotten friend from the hassle of life.

Everything from the old world is forgotten. You remember you are alone in peace and realize where you want to be. Suddenly the wind pushes you away to the old world where you wake up with a faint smile.