Apples falling from the elegant trees,
I see the lovely unfamiliar birds,
Forever I stand aghast,
This will last perpetually,
I feel the windy, cool autumn breeze,
I sense an exultant smile appear on my face.
The only human there is me.
I hear chirping and singing,
And the flap of the eloquent birds’ wings.
I saunter on the soft emerald grass,
Oh, I just want to sing a song.
A lavender feathered bird lands gracefully upon my shoulder.
It peeps so delicately.
I sit under the shade of the colossal golden apple tree.
Its branches are numerous and complex.
The trunk the circumference of an oak’s.
I pick the vibrant colored fruit off of the golden apple tree.
I bite into the succulent fruit.
It’s as tasty as all of the sweet things in the universe combined.
I have never experienced such tranquility in my life.
The gold is calms the soul.
Away from the world and all of its people,
With nature.
This is absolutely Heaven on Earth.
I feel immense optimism for what the future holds here.
The golden apple tree brings peace,
The golden apple tree brings happiness,
The golden apple tree brings hope,
The golden apple tree brings life.