It was a warm summer day in a small quiet town: a gentle breeze dyed green with the scent of fresh cut grass sends shivers through the trees as they whistle through their leaves, a melancholy of sounds so soothing, it keeps you from moving.
Lying in the grass without a care--time is not a factor, we have plenty to spare--look at the dancing sunbeams before your very eyes preaching please be happy to be alive;
listen to the bees buzzing and the crickets chirping--a world of life around you singing happy to be alive.
Feel the firmness of the earth beneath you, the magnetic resonance relays to remind you that everything here, everything we know, everything we do should make us
happy to be alive.