Poem:

Grassy fields I walk upon...pure touch...

Birds chirping across the lit sky...pure sound...

Wind filling my lungs as I yell on top of the hill...pure taste...

Aroma from the salty yet crisp ocean...pure smell...

Perched on this hill; ahead of me is a radiant sun, casting rays of existence on this scene...pure sight...

The brush of life flows smoothly over the canvas, giving birth to heaven once more.