The sky spills ___liquid gold___ across the fields,
and every blade of grass hums a bright song,
ripples of honey laughter swim through the air,
as the trees burst into wild, kaleidoscopic blooms.
Clouds skip like stones across a sapphire lake,
the wind flutes silver melodies through the valley,
and the mountains wear crowns of glittering flame,
grinning, howling, singing at the top of their lungs.
The rivers are ribbons of melted stars,
the earth quivers with candy-colored sparks,
and hearts_—oh, hearts!—_
they pop like fireworks in a velvet sky,
sending ripples of giggling stardust everywhere.
Every breath tastes of spun sugar and sunlight,
every blink unwraps a prism of newborn wonder,
and my soul_—my soul!—_
is a thousand kites soaring, shrieking, bursting,
carried far beyond the hills of happiness.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
The sky spills ___liquid gold___ across the fields,
and every blade of grass hums a bright song,
ripples of honey laughter swim through the air,
as the trees burst into wild, kaleidoscopic blooms.
Clouds skip like stones across a sapphire lake,
the wind flutes silver melodies through the valley,
and the mountains wear crowns of glittering flame,
grinning, howling, singing at the top of their lungs.
The rivers are ribbons of melted stars,
the earth quivers with candy-colored sparks,
and hearts_—oh, hearts!—_
they pop like fireworks in a velvet sky,
sending ripples of giggling stardust everywhere.
Every breath tastes of spun sugar and sunlight,
every blink unwraps a prism of newborn wonder,
and my soul_—my soul!—_
is a thousand kites soaring, shrieking, bursting,
carried far beyond the hills of happiness.
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