You are

You are the taste of dazzling poping candy in my mouth.
You are the smell of frying bacon on a winters morning.
You are the sound of buzzing bees on a summers morning.
You are the memory of frost on the trees on a winters morning.
You are the inpossibility of cracking staligmights and staligtights.
You are the distence between us on earth and stars in the universe.
You are the feel of petles on a spectacular radiant summer mornings.
You are the love of summer’s mornings picnics on the grass.
You are the life of new born lambs on the first day of spring.
You are the nature of new trees, flowers and grass.