In The Meadows Green.

captured by Robertmekis

I find the greatest irony steeped within.

Imbued, framed, whitewashed.

Come.

Let's take a walk. Let's skip across the meadows and giggle as butterflies flit past. Let's toss the neat pile of raked leaves. Let's chase the rainbow and its said pot of gold. Let's string soapy bubbles and grasp them with our hands. Let's wipe the beads off our brows and lay down to rest.

Then.

Let's close our eyes and count.
4,3,2,1.

Wouldn't that be loads of fun?