Walking up and down green green fields following the groove of the rows plucking round emeralds from the moss trees everything a wash of the most lush colour of nature the colour of spring, the colour of fresh and clean, the colour of life and nourishment, set off by the cerulean sky this world doesn’t seem real, this place is so pure so peaceful I could walk up and down these rows all day sun on my skin laughter bubbling up and spilling from my lips as we pass the time sharing stories and pieces of ourselves as we duck and twist beneath the moss trees in the green green fields