Luscious green leaves.
Beautiful red roses.
Clouds ready to rain.
This is my imaginary world.
Animals running free.
Hills with a soft curve.
Nothing can beat this, but the imaginary is imaginary for a reason. For it if was real, then where would the discipline and stress that keeps us in line come from? Where would our education and knowledge come from? Internet services can only go so far. That is why the imaginary needs to stay imaginary.