Orange dusk hums on metal skin,
soft as the brush of memory.
A scent of wild strawberries drips,
ripe and glistening in the warmth.
The trees lean closer,
their shadows a choir of calm.
Every heartbeat slows,
each moment stretches,
like sunlight caught between leaves.
It tastes of first kisses,
sounds of songs never fading,
feels like the weightless smile
of eternity's tender gaze.
God sighs here,
and the world glows.
