It was fresh, it was new,
the soil was moist and dark.
The sky was a crisp, sharp blue
and was free with song of lark.
The grass grew tall, so high and free
these towering stalks were filled with glee,
as they serenaded with the breeze.
Dandelion grew in the sky and their seeds blew with desire,
it was then where there was no war, no hurt, no strife, no fire.
The sand and sea were brothers, the bark and roots were one.
All the radiance of the world was indebted to the sun.
Poppy was in abundance as flowers grew in fields,
There was no limit to which happiness that yields.
The scent of lavender filled the skies and made it sweet and bright,
the time must have been nice with no war or plight.
Waterfalls gushed and frothed in pools of crystal mist,
every drop that touched the earth was gentle as the sky was kissed.