Sitting under the cerulean sky,
I take a deep breath.
A serene view befalls my eyes,
a tranquil ocean plays,
gently clapping to its own rhythm.

My gaze drifts,
as if conducted by a symphony orchestra,
to the lush, blossoming flowers,
basking in the summer’s glow.
The atmosphere is majestic,
a true testament
that this world was conceived by a mother.