About an imaginary place of abundant riches

I look about me… there are wispy clouds of white velvet. ~~The air so clear and pure… it cleanses the soul.~~
About me are flower blossoms of every color of the rainbow, filling the warming breeze with a luscious scent.
As people pass by, they smile and say hello… there are no furrowed brows or scowls on faces.
There is a warmth of spirit and generosity. There is no animosity, only a sense of welcome.
A freedom to become whatever your dream is, and the best part is, you can achieve that goal, no roadblocks stand in your way.
>>>But wait, this is an imaginary place… now back to reality with my feet placed firmly on the polluted ground and my nose inhaling the toxic fumes and the hateful words piercing my heart.

<<<<<Thanks for stopping by and visiting for a while! Blessings!!>>>>
