Imagine It.
Pause. Imagine it.
The bittersweet smell of grass lingers in the air
the sun so far away
Stares powerfully back down.
A young girl giggles as
she drags her fingers through the dirt.
Simplicity. Remember it.
The rich, bold scent of coffee brewing.
The cool breeze under the
illuminating moonlight.
The girl laughs as she
experiences love for the first time.
Happiness. Find it.
The soft and fresh smell of a newborn.
The rush of joy fed
by a rainbow in the sky.
The girl smiles as her child softly
squeezes her hand.
Peace. Want it.
The smells are growing fainter.
The sky is growing dimmer.
And the sounds are growing softer,
but the girl sighs as she remembers
a life fully lived.
Imagine it.
Remember it.
Find it.
Want it.
A life well lived.
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