I love watching the bright green trees sway,

Like a current of water rushing over

Seeing the tall grass shimmer, dancing,

wanting to blow away.

I love when I can think

Think of scents so random,

But my vivid memories are like a goldfish,

Forgetting everything.

I love that I can stay,

In my soft feeling full-sized bed in or in my orange office chair,

I can be productive or not

Or work as if it's my job.

I love that I can taste,

the warm taste of the Rocky Mountain forest, jumping up and down,

the sounds louder than a roar,

but makes me feel calm as a still flame.

I love that feeling when,

When everything falls away, like its diving away

Leaving me alone, in a empty hole of a lot,

A lot of emptiness.