I remember sitting on the mossy bank,
the grass downy beneath my probing fingers,
pleasantly cool against my warm skin.

And the beams of golden sunlight,
extending like a hand from heaven,
to replenish me with radiant warmth that stretched to the edges of my toes
and to the tip of my nose.

The sky an expanse of azure,
more lustrous and lucid than the most priceless sapphire.
The graceful birds which trailed across it
only adding to the delicate crispness of its cloudless beauty.

Thriving along the bank in a row behind me grew erudite poplars
grasping at the glowing orb of the sun across the stream,
their flawless leaves whispering consolingly in the tender breezes.

I recall dipping my soft feet into the rushing cool of the gurgling creek.
Melodiously it glided over the smooth stones beneath the clear water,
with sunlight prancing in jubilant scintillations over its surface.
It's peerless song opened my mind and my heart as it flowed ever
downriver.

My heart was entire and full of fanciful sentiments.
The ethereal charm of the secluded glen pervading my very core.
I was contented and satisfied.
For a moment.

Then I drew a breath and hopelessly wished,
as a crystal tear caressed my cheek,
that somehow I could've shared it with you.
 
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