Eye remember on a sweet, sweet morning, Eye rose and the smell of flowers and morning dew brushed amongst my senses. Eye was so in Love.
Bumblebees were outside and birds kissing and cooing. The trees still wet from tropical storms. Right outside of my window are children in white cloth, playing, laughing and smiling with their mothers. Their fathers are off making a way, soon to come back to the unit.
Eye can see the Nation here. Eye see blue kisses across the sky, Eye see many first of third eyes, and Eye hear plenty of cries, but it all soothes.
The sunshine is new, and so beautiful. Crystal lake sand castles and black sand remembrances. Genesis.