As I look around the field,
Berries, bushes, and trees are beginning to blossom.
Carefully, I pick some flowers from the ground.
Diving deeper into admiration, I continue to walk through the fields of heaven.
Everywhere I look, I only see bright, radiant colors.
Feels like spring.
Graceful, elegant, and exquisite; words I’d use to explain my view.
Hills roll over ahead of me.
I walk ahead to see something I’ve never seen before.
Just as I take another step, I begin to feel more soothed.
Kicking the ground, I begin to run.
Lovingly, a baby chipmunk stops me and brushes the sides of his furry face against my leg.
My smile becomes brighter, as I think of a name for the chipmunk; Skeet.
Nothing warms my heart more than where I am right now.
On top of the hill in front of me, I see children playing with kites.
Perhaps I know who they might be.
Quietly, I begin to walk up the hill.
Right beside my foot, Skeet continues to follow me.
Squeals come from Skeet, as I assume he’s getting tired from walking up the hill.
Turning to the ground, I lift him up gently, into my warm, delicate hands.
Under the tree in the middle of the hill, Skeet and I take a break.
Vast grasslands surround us in pure grace and beauty.
While I get out from the tree, Skeet once again, rubs his furry cheek on my ankles.
Xenial; a word you’d use to describe my friendship with Skeet.
“You and I will be friends forever, Skeet.”
Zero noise comes from the chipmunk, but I know what I said was true.