Enveloped in the warmth that was the air,
She embraced the dewdrops on her skin so fair.
Small gloves too tight on my growing fingers,
she reached out to see if this day would linger.
This couldn’t be a figment of her imagination,
hoping for a taste of tranquility, she opened her mouth without hesitation,
just enough for the slight breeze, coming from the west, to enter.
It tasted of plastic and metal.
She ignored the chill that suddenly overcame her,
a release from her orderly life was overdue.
She laid down in the withering autumn grass.
The power that the seasonally iridescent trees
and ever-blooming flowers had on her was overwhelming.
She spread her arms so that all of her could sense the humble warmth.
Though the peaceful breeze carried subtle scents of the land,
metal and plastic still lingered.
The ancient trees were rusty buildings,
the withering grass was scratched up concrete,
the colorful flowers were piece of litter strewn about,
the animal shaped clouds were invasive smoke.
She sat up, confused
and got back to work.