I can smell their beauty I can hear the darkness I can touch the music I can feel the sun I can see the coldness. The sweet is a present waiting to be opened. Its as fragile and delicate as a piece of glass. It reflects sweetness and brightness and shows beauty and vanity. The sun is high in the sky and there is warmth on my fur. I feel summer has arrived. In the clearing there is a gathering. I can see and smell the fairies. They are dancing and singing. There is laughter and joy. Its blue as a crystal lagoon.