My Dream Vacation!

One day, an old man came and ask me,

"What's your dream vacation?",

I replied genuinely.

Far away in Bucolic,

Where the winds blow diaphanously,

And the effervescent Efflorescence.

My heart drops to every sound of a bird,

And where the elixir is free for everyone.

The furtive insects sucking nectar,

Labyrinthine forest,

Being an Ingénue,

I lose myself in the charm.

The leisure to read books,

And to dance like a lilt,

When no one watches.

The petrichor filling my nose,

The delight in every second.

My thoughts interrupted by the old man,

Brought back to actuality,

He smiled and bid me adieu.

But I couldn't thank him more, 

For such a wonderful time!