On this most perfect
drive, with this sunset
colors yellow, red,
orange, hints of blue
painted into the sky, a
masterpiece
of beauty on its own, not
standing alone
silhouettes of trees rise
into the sky.
In this most perfect
pretty scenery
With the peaceful sound
of nature noises
The chipping of the magpies,
five at best,
A faint coo in the
distance by the owl,
The forest kind beguiling
to his mate.
Soft whispers of the
chilling breeze singing,
Having trees and bushes
sway to their song.
In this most perfect tune
plays for the dance
Deer jump and frolic,
walking on water
Fish swim with passion,
gliding through currents
Birds soar as high as the mountain summit
Wildlife and humans
living together.
In this perfect day,
twilight approaches
The truck approaches its
destination
We are high within the elevation
Watching the sun fade
behind the hillside
God's own checkered
quilt, warming our valley
Not just a bed, a home
for the country.
In this perfect night I
lay under stars
Country music playing
sweet lullabies
His muscly arms covering
my shoulders,
Providing more warmth
than a wool blanket.
No curfew tonight, no
moments wasted
Just him and I in the
back of his truck
The sweet melody of a
perfect night
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