It was a perfect day. Full of bliss and uninterrupted catalysts.
No walls and no towers, just ancient trees and clustered flowers.
The sun was our only light, and soon come the moon to announce the night.
But on this day, in this space, we can bathe in the rays.
We can exist until the day chooses to desist, we can lay in the place mother nature has kissed.
We can indulge in the beauty or divulge our perspicuity.
Show one another how we view the thoughts of Carruthers and the colors that always manage to decorate our summers.
Tree and breathe, gentle breeze, I relish in the wake of your expertise.
The warmth of your essence filled the space with ease.
And there we chose to be, as that is where we may find peace nestled beneath our feet.
Not runners, no flutter, but a violent thunder causes the world to shutter. We’ve found one another.
We resolve disunity with skulls of ambiguity and intellectual acuity.
We release and resist, an id-driven egotist and her catechist, lost in the air of mindlessness and minds less missed.
On this day, in this space, we simply bathe in the rays.
We were the only light, and soon came the moon to announce the night.
No walls, no towers, just burning trees and special flowers.
It was a perfect day. Full of bliss and uninterrupted catalysts.