My head is here,
lost in what looks like a painting.
Texture emulates emotion, freedom.
The horizon represents reality,
meeting effortlessly with creative indulgence.
There are no rules in the clouds.
My heart is here,
swelling with emotion,
nurtured by nature and blessed by light,
comforted by the embrace of the essence of life.
free to move in a path that is meant only for me.
polysyllabic profundities 
Beautiful xxxx
Thank you. 🙂 xx
This is beautiful. There is something about nature that puts the rest of life into perspective and brings piece where I had been anxious.