Here and Now

I see the sky
The puffy clouds of rounded layers and layers of white
And a bit of gray that at first took the shape of a
Running goat before slowly sliding into a classic throne
And a crown that tops the sky before my own eyes

I hear the wind
Rustling through each and every curved green leaf
That the sun translucently sparkles through and
The soft breeze whispers in its own tongue to the
Grass and the clouds and its fellow gales and the earth

I feel the grass
Soft with hints of tickles and prickles that
Make me giggle caressing my bones and the
Wind itself washing over me like ocean waves except
I can breathe instead and finally live

I smell the forest
Surrounding my grove of peace and the soft
Scents that the breeze kindly carries my way
With tender fingers of wind it places upon me the
Delicate smell of pine and cedar and rose

I taste the air
The air alike the breeze of this vivid freshness
This surreal sense of becoming that only occurs
Once ever in its blossoming grow of potential
A fresh future ahead of this fresh transparency alive