A Scene

Dust clouds

skitter about roots

from the dirt road

just to the west

The grass is lush

and emerald

Swaying beneath the fruit trees

The scent wafts

orange, apples, peaches

they tickle the nose

Upward

there is just blue

broken only by the scattered 

puffs of white

Beautiful. 

Author's Note

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[Daydreamer54]

Wow, i could imagine everything, and it does paint a preety picture in my head. Great write! :)