Someplace, here and there

Somewhere there is a field full of color. There the green grasses seem to gleam in the sunlight. There are white daisy's and a tree line probably five hundred yards from this point of view. Vast mountians rise beyond the treeline in a haze that shows the mountain's distance.

The sky is blue and the sun is bright and midday. Moving through the grass it rubs against bare skin; lengthy stubs ending in brushes of still rippening seeds, carress caringly as they're passed by. The smell in the air is crisp and fresh as the cold air from the mountians blows down, the overall feeling is comfortable as the sun continues to warm from above.

There is a tender breeze that fills the ear as well as a buzzing of bees as they cultivate their pollen. A tinge of yellow flowers crosses the sight and a vision of other happy times fills the minds eye.

Far away are worries and long ago is any sadness. Here is your escape where nature is nature and God feels close. Feel love and happiness because there is nothing that can harm you here. Here you are, and here you are not. You are apart of the breeze, the grass, the bees. The feelings you feel is your own touch, the sounds that you hear is natures melody, the things you see are chemical cocktails that are neither here nor there.

You have escaped to a place that you are most alive and most inanimate.Here it is impossible to move a hand but completely possible to move those mountains. Here you can create or evolve but always you move forward and never hesitate to take a step. This is where dreams come from, where happiness is found, where technology is innovated, where inspiration comes from. This is your creation and not mine. I am only showing it to you and I hope you will find your way back! Here is all the things that you think you are incapable of; but you are only incapable of them because you believe you are....

Be Isnpired
-M