The golden sea of grain
Sways slightly in the breeze
Small ruby-red poppies peeking through the stalks
The song of the cicadas
Their cacophony of love
Buzzing insects adding their sonorous voices to the mix
The lovely fragrances
Of geraniums, lavender, hibiscus
Add to the warm pleasant smell of hay and drying grass
The balmy gusts of wind
Caress me as they pass
Tall grasses tickling my skin as I wade through
Everything is perfect.
The best sensation of all, however
Is not a sight, sound, smell, or touch
But the glorious taste of gelato melting on my tongue