Romantic axiom

I dreamed a dream

of sharing priceless moments with my best friend

a thousand thank-filled moments of ambling through emerald green forests with pops of purple and orange and yellow

dewdrops resting atop flower petals, glinting with magic in the sunlight

we wander dreamily

wondering about old trees that stand so tall and wide and proud it feels like they hold the wisdom of the world

smiling at squirrels scurrying and hurrying and burying

and butterflies floating on the breeze, their delicate wings fluttering in a languid dance

sun beams burn down, warming our skin as we gaze up at giant white puffs of clouds drifting past, cheerily changing shape with the wind

witnessing the trees so easily let go as their leaves turn crimson and fall to the ground

and water droplets gently rain down to nourish and wash everything anew

contemplating the changing of the seasons; of life

we talk about everything and nothing as we canter with the fresh morning breeze in our faces

stopping to graze on long grass and breathe in the earthy air

to behold wild flowers; grains of sand

listening to the birds share so joyfully their chit-chat and sing-song

pressing my face into the chestnut neck that I’ve known forever

and drinking in deeply this ethereal energy

I wake up and realize,

it isn’t a dream ✨