Soft white clouds paint themselves on a rich blue canvas.

Endless threads of aircraft mist map roads between them.

Golden rays of sunlight feed fields of swaying crops.

They shimmer with a hypnotic haze to the rhythm of a passing breeze.

The scent of grass, flowers, water, a harvest lay a perfumed blanket across the contours of the land.

Her pretty face radiant with eternal youth as a soft breeze caresses and cools her sun soaked skin.

The buzz of bees and the shifting hum of a distant plane sculpt a tranquil melody in the strings of my mind.

I lay down in the soft warm bed of grass beside you.

I rest my head on the gentle rise and fall of your body.

The rhythm of your heart adds a beat to the music drifting through me.

The key slowly turns.

The lock is undone.

The gate swings smoothly open.

You enter and rest in my garden.