Sun glitters across blue waves.
A flamboyant tail of clouds follows
An aeroplane across the blue summer sky;
A soft balmy breeze of cool air brushes
Against your cheeks.
The potent heat of the sun vibrates on your shoulders.
As you sit on the moist hill which lays host
To millions of summer’s green grasses,
Clouds of white merriment drift past.
The opera sounds of the sea
Enchant the mind into a solitude of euphoria.
In the sea, seals dance around in a glorious blaze
Beneath the sun, who casts her summer warmth
Across the isle of Arran,
And into the cool waters of the Firth of Clyde.
How is it that a landscape next to a village in Scotland
Can dispense such bewitching sensation,
Like falling asleep on a bed of satin?
Another hour goes by.
The once radiant heat on your shoulders develops
Into a breeze, a flurry of ocean air.
Like a dragon scorching an army of ten thousand,
The once blue sapphire summer sky has evolved
Into a dark red crimson.
The omnipotent sun falls over the Irish Sea,
And is slowly pulled under the awful waters
Of the Universe.
The day draws closer to a finish;
The sun is submerged under the world
As she explodes into
A halo of wonder and alleviation.
What a day of bliss
To make your eyes drunk with beauty and magic
That your mind could never have dreamed of.