The tall white structures stand rising from a crystal clear blue surface , there is nothing around or behind it , it peaks and curves romantically chiseled from the mind the craftsmanship are not evident to be seen from the green bay that the seer can only see .

the sky is a spectrum of shades of orange and red and pink, without clouds in site -- the sun is forever kissing the horizon -- not sinking or rising but standing still and drinking the water, which it gives the orange blooms to.

Behind the bay of green pastures, short grass is maintained by the gardener of the soul, the trees high, thick, tall and dark woods reach all -- there is no singular beast or fly in the air, nor worms fertilizing the soil -- it is my paradise.