Under the Tuscan Sun

Never lose your childish innocence. It's the most important thing.

A cool breeze blows over the vast golden hued meadows. The breeze gently whistling as if enjoying the radiant summer sun. The breeze singing so that others enjoy it too. The tall golden Coreopsis's are also swaying rhythmically with the breeze. They too are dancing to the song of the breeze. The Coreopsis's are enjoying the tuscan sun. They'r happy, they'r carefree, they'r joivial. They'r innocent! 

I see a little girl at a distance. Running, enjoying the gentle breeze and the warm sun. Her scarf flying in wind. The scarf makes her look like  bird which is about to fly. The girl seems so carefree, so troublefree, so relaxed. 

I could watch her all day long. I could watch her play. I could watch her fly under the tuscan sun.