The Most Beautiful Place On Earth

The tree twists around itself,

As if it is protecting its core.

The sun cuts through the leaves,

And onto the ground beneath.

The light illuminates the grass,

The blades of grass appearing to glow.

You can see fragments of the

Bright, blue sky,

Between the brilliant green leaves

The fractures of light,

As if being reflected.

There is a pure scent in the air.

As if nothing has polluted the space.

No impurities.

The shade of the tree,

Provides a cooling warmth.

As if it is protecting me,

From the sun above.

Security and safety flows over me,

As if it was the wind,

Rustling the leaves.

And at that moment,

When the sun hits my eyes,

I know that

This

Is the most beautiful place on earth.