Apple Orchard

A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands

Picturesque

I dash throughout the field of grass, Emerald blades tickling my bare legs My brothers follow after, All of us laughing and playing together A picturesque summer day

Haze of Green

They're green, Like the finest, deepest of gems So when I see those leaves All around me, I can't help but think of you

Memories of Myth

Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on

Magic in Nature

Sunlight filters down, Piercing through fluffy white clouds The golden rays are comfortably warm, Wrapping the earth in their embrace