Fools Gold.

I lay, floating. My skin is warmed by the heat of the sun, yet calmed by the coolness of the water. I am surrounded by fools gold, as it slips between my fingers and nestles on the lake’s floor. The sound of nature is magnificent, where everything is left as it was made. As I float, a dragonfly perches itself upon the tip of my toe, and I smile. Oh a beaming smile, without a care in the world. The beauty of happiness.