Rows and rows of green,

Dotted with white and yellow flowers

And bright red strawberries

The bees busily pollinate.

A blue sky floats above

With white pelicans circling

Amid gulls and storks too

A bright sun warms the crisp breeze.

Playing hooky from work,

A planned retreat to the farm,

Getting away from the demands,

The break from the norm revives.

Why can this be everyday?