I remember when we were young boys dashing
around the scenic green fields, the rising breeze
racing right beside our shadowy figures, as we trampled
through the scattered leaves and pine cones,
how the crunching sound stimulated our existences,
illuminated the light deep inside the depths
of our inner beings, all the vivacious energy soaring
across the landscape spilling onto the surface of our souls.
We could feel the beating wind bathing in our afro curled hair,
slick strands rising delightfully, swaying in harmonious rhythms.
The soft strokes of astonishing blue hues lit up
the sky, the brilliant golden sun showed off its majestic
power in the horizon, its bright light shining down
upon our gleeful bodies, while we ran past gigantic
trees, slightly nudging up against its grainy texture,
its stunning presence highlighting the rosy flesh tones
in our cheeks, hazel eyes escaping into wild imaginations,
its glistening shapes a reflection of bold intriguing stars glowing
at night, exhilarating smiles floating peacefully in the air,
a marvelous depiction filled with waves of sleek azure seas,
a flawless design of transcendence and unity traveling throughout
the magnificent Milky Way, as our melanin feet danced joyously
in the stark smooth sand, creating an array of shimmering silhouettes.  There was a beautiful spark within this place that made our hearts feel like we were in paradise, like we were adventurers charting inescapable galaxies.