The promised land
Is where the sky is a hue of a shade between orange and pink
Littered with clouds of silken silver
The grass is emerald
And the flowers nod their heads in a waving salute as you walk by
The wind sings in a way that has you closing your eyes
Pausing so you can feel the cool breeze that touches you like a lover who has memorised your skin
There's a soft silent stillness
You are living in the moment
Like the first push on the swings at the local park
Where your father taught you to swing your legs to reach the sky
It's just you
Within reach of the horizon
That holds endless possibilities