The air is pure, almost tastes like fresh rain drops after a spring night. She feels the warmth of the earth running across her body. It is not too hot, just warm enough to make her cheeks blush, and life bit by bit enters in her through each petal. She raises herself up in the wind, and softly open up every satellite above her head to collect sunlight into the eyes of a sleepy child lying on the flower bed.
The lake lazily moves to the gentle beat of air waves, slightly turns with the humming sound of the water underneath. On the shores, the hay begins to wake up and an ocean of grass waves up and down. she does not know what they are hurried for, but something seems to be in a rush. The grass is beckoning and the hay starts to sing a nostalgic song of home. A flood of sentiment moves the ground and she can't help but swinging along in a ballet dance. She closes her eyes and the hay gently covers her in a blanket of soft grass. The strong smell of youth, passion, and recklessness conquers her until she lets herself go with the flow of life.
Like a pianist slamming his hand down onto each music key, she bends herself close to the ground as each wave of emotion arrives. It releases the heat, fatigue, frustration back to the hay and her emotions are carried farther into the vastness. The wind dies down, and out of nowhere comes a soft breeze of cool air. She stands up straight and feels strong vibes of tolerance and happiness deep in the ground moving up to the spine. The hay is quiet now; the lake holds its breath. There is absolutely no movement and she is happy to just be with herself for a while. Rays of light shine down on her and she can feel them on her hands, arms, feet, cheeks. She is shining, too. The white light sparkles from inside and forms a rainbow above her head. As the light changes its shade, a note of music releases in the air, she is singing a ballad of soothing nature and gradually slipping into the world of beauty.