“All this It Is”
It’s freesia petals softly pressing caresses on your face.
It’s parades of gardenia blossoms floating perfume up your nose.
It’s a Maui melting-apricot sunset gleaming in your eyes.
It’s Debussy bubbling mythic enchantment deep into your ears.
It’s the taste of dripping chocolate as it lands upon your tongue.
All this It Is, my friend, but multiplied a million times.