what a wonderful world

i. 

feel the brush of blades of cool grass underfoot, all dewy from the rain, the unmistakable scent of petrichor in the air.

ii.

feel the sun accompany you, the warmth, a reminder on your skin as it burns steadily, emphatic on igniting the world aflame. 

iii.   

feel the teardrops of the clouds run down your body, pinpricks from steady grey skies, while you dance under it all soaking up the essence of the sky. 

iv. 

see the cotton candy clouds, purple and pink from the setting sun, absorbing the tendrils of navy slowly sliding down the sky like ink running down parchment. it’s heaven above. 

v.

remember the promises that the wind whispered in your hair, intimately tugging your sleeves and your shirt, whistling upon every inch on you, a cool feeling settling over you like a blanket.

vi.

inhale the woodsy scent wafting from the trees that stretch high above into the sky. the shiny green that envelops your scene. 

vii.

feel the storm spark the air and hear the crackling thunder that reverberates around the city and the sky seething, releasing bolts of rage. the sky cracks open above meanwhile.

viii 

see the sky churning from angel blue to an angry cerise colour prepared to disappear into the stygian sky drowning the world in darkness. see the pastel pink of the sky in love with the world or the purple of heartbreak. see the passion in the dark grey hissing with energy. 

ix. 

feel the ocean’s gentle breath, its spume lingering, clinging to the specks of sand glinting in the sun. smell the salt clogging the air and see the waves of crystalline blue reflecting the sky. hear its gentle splashes echoing in the air from the vast expanse of cerulean. 

x. 

jagged edges of mountains cut through the sky, the summit stained with white. they stretch across like the spine of the earth, the natural pyramids of earth colossal enough to hide the sun from the piercing gazes of the land they guard from high above.