Common is Precious

I walk a path under a glistening gold
My feet tread upon shining emeralds
Beside a sea of cerulean saphhires
I intake the minty freshness of the air
I walk in peace, no fret or care.
I pick a ruby ball from a ball of foliage
Fill my mouth with juices
Exploding in flavors of liquid cheer
A breath out and a smile cracks through my rigid face
As I realize the common things are the most precious.