Bliss

Lying supine in a sea of green, where morning dew embraces the misty air; Afar, a humble cottage puffs away-- wreaths of gray blending with the atmosphere.   Chewing on a fresh blade of grass, savoring the sweet taste of vermouth; contemplating the simplicity of life; living and enjoying ephemeral youth.   As the last golden rays retreat from the emerald sea, and the first diamonds begin to appear in the sky; flames of bliss dance along the reflections of the moon, embracing the ambience with a soft sigh.