Beneath the Willow
I sit with my legs crossed beneath the shade of the willow tree, shaded from the warm sun that gleams through its leaves. A small pond resides to my left, small bubbles arising from its depths. Song birds whistle in the distance, and a fawn gently grazes by a neighboring bush. The wind rattles the branches of the willow above, and I feel the breeze caress the side of my face. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, breathing in the essence of the forest. As I exhale, all negativity flows out of my body, leaving nothing but peace and calm. Mountains stand boldly above the horizon, barely within my range of sight, tempting me to go and stand on top of the world. In this moment, I am the pure embodiment of bliss.