Atlanta Bread

The flutes flow so vibrantly along the melody and my heart beats with the angelic sound of the staccato touch. Like a butterfly my mind floats and flutters in the cool breeze with thoughts of pleasantness. Sweetened to perfection, my breath is satisfied with the air and all is well and at peace wrapped in the blissful sounds of the strings. The tunes dance on my eardrums like a ballerina on her grand stage, whisking to and fro. My eyes rest beyond the hills, and there I lay in a serene slumber with my heart still beating to the angelic sound, breathing sweetness with my ears still attentively tuned in.