I was ambling through the meadows,
Basking in the sense of freedom,
Concious of all my senses
And rejoicing in my own little kingdom.
Taking in the dazzling view I had in front of my very own eyes,
The sun was rising with its usual elegant decorum.
A flock of colorful birds
Flying carelessly without aim.
It amazed me how peaceful seemed those creatures,
Knowing no danger would come to them.
I admired the graceful flowers,
Blooming with their regular charm.
The tree leaves,
Glistening with the sunbeam,
Moving softly with the caress
Of a breeze that appeared out of...