I don’t just hear the splashing and laughter, I feel it.
It seeps into my bones, as the sun seeps into my skin.

Leaves start to dance, trusting the breeze to hold their rhythm.
I don’t just see them, I applaud them, encourage them, I feel them.

Two birds start up, arguing whose colors are more vibrant.
Their debate is comforting and humorous.

I breathe in the warm air, feeling cleansed, renewed.
The smell of warmth, freedom, opportunity.