The Scenes tell a Story

You have to accept the small things in life, once you accept them, you treasure them as they are probably the only things keeping you sane, even if you don't realize it. Picture it, your laying down on the grass in the middle of a field, the same field that you grew up in. The smell of the recent rain that drenched the same grass your still laying on, still prevealent, but there's a second scent, what is it? It's the smell of the grass, dirt and flowers drying from the energy of the sun, this certain smell reminds you of when you were younger,a happier time when it almost always smelt and felt like this, peaceful but filled with energy.

Once again picture it, the sun shining down on you and the nature thriving in it's light, the sound of the breeze shaking the trees ever so gently caressing your ears, the view of the bright blue sky shit clouds spread out across it, no pollution, no loud disturbances and no worries or troubles, just the gentle sound of the breeze, the warm feeling of the sun and the soft feeling of the recently watered grass.

For the last time, Picture it. The everlasting feeling of natural energy surrounding you as you get to lay there, completely relaxed. You close your eyes as the gentle breeze slowly cradles you to sleep. The whole world seems to be at a standstill, nothing wrong, nothing to worry about and everything is just where it should be.