Real or Imagination

             Sitting in a single miniature existence, the smell of the fresh air and lilac
             overcome my senses. My nose is caressed by the sweet aroma of the
             raspberries. Hearing and seeing the graceful waterfall gives me a sense of
             tranquillity. The water gently spills from the lofty mountain. The morning view is
             breathtaking from the orange-yellow horizon. I feel at ease as I watch the sun
             gradually with a smooth breeze that runs its hands through my hair.
             Sitting down I feel serene, knowing that I am in touch with myself, and my
             own feelings. I know that I am safe in the environment around me. Here, where I
             sit right now, it is the safest place on the universe. In front of me I can see these
             giant-like mountains that are dressed in evergreen and autumn-brown. My eyes
             wander to the tops of the mountains, i see some lofty trees that are shaped like
             ice cream cones; their leaves are shaped like a scoop and their trunks
             like a cone. I can see all kinds of small animals running around; a rabbit swiftly
             races around scraping for food. I see a baby deer standing while feasting on the
             fresh grass. I can sit for all eternity watching this amazing view. Sitting here, I
             admire the melodies of the birds chirping and flying from one place to another.
             I draw in the fresh smell of the flowers that surround me, I can hear the wind
             moving and the rabbits running from one place to another. Their hair is the
             color of snow with a sprinkle of ash and their eyes brown as dirt. When I look to
             both sides I can only see green grass and within the grass I can see numerous
             types of flowers: sun kissed marigolds, daisies, gardenia, sunflower, wildflowers
             and purple lilac. They smell of several varieties of perfumes. The trees around
             stand unmoving. In the trees I can see small squirrels jumping from
             one branch to another, their hands full of food for their newborn babies. I can
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