As I sit on  the rock next to the water,
    I feel the calmness of the movements around me;
        And the near-silent humming and buzzing of flies.
            The symphony of birds and crickets fill the air,
                 As they sing to their own song.

The fragrance of lillies and butter-flowers,
     Waft into my senses.
          This scene that I am awing at looks like it was sculped;
               Fake.

I am happy,
     As I dip my toes into the clear blue water.
          The heat of the sun melts into my skin,
               As if I'm laying on the hot beach sand.

But there in the distance,
     I can hear the voice of my father:
          Lecturing me to continue our journey ahead.