I pass through these green fields, where the landscapes stretch far and wide, and the air is divine, filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The very scent of frankincense touches me, refreshes me, and in this moment, I feel something transcendental. I want to live this moment forever—where time stands still, and the world feels perfectly in harmony.
The carriage moves along winding paths, while angels, caught in a state of prayer, seem to echo the silent peace of this place. For the first time, I see an angel holding a book, their hands lifted, seeking the good in all things. It is a vision of purity and hope, and in that moment, I long for it to last forever.
I want to live this moment forever, to hold on to the joy of simple things. The laughter of girls by the brooks, the melody of anklets as they dance, the jingles of bangles as they move hither and thither, all fill the air with a charm that feels eternal. Bless these nymphs of the valley, whose innocence and joy are so pure, so real.
In the quiet, the shy eyes and the beauty of their smiles, I am reminded that this tree—standing firm, wise and unchanging—knows the tales of our lives. These moments, spent with friends on swings, by the bucket of the old well, are stories that will be cherished forever. You and I will be remembered, not for grandeur, but for the simplicity of our shared joy. I want to live this moment forever, in the warmth of this memory, unbroken and undying.
And so, I want to write an ode to simplicity. I want to pen the tunes of these ariels, the melodies of life that echo in the quiet corners of our hearts. On my knees, I pray to the Lord of all—of everyone and of mine—that He has bestowed upon me a heaven divine, in this moment of perfect peace.