Trees, in all their green glory of foliage
The grass, soft as carpeting, underneath my feet
Ravens in the background, cawing softly to their companions
And sounds of a young stream to the right, gentle, sad, blue as a cerulean paint can
Fresh air, clean, warm, humid air.
Perfumes from the softly swaying flowers
The bark of the trees under my hands, so rough and yet so natural
Colors of the flowers so like a rainbow.
Humidity on the air
The sweet taste of oblivion
At peace, at last.