Dancing Emeralds

Emerald Green. What makes it emerald and not grass green is the sparkling life-like reaction it exhibits as it dances in the wind. It is as if little magic flecks are floating around each blade creating different textures and vibrating energy. Soft like lambs wool, my face receives kisses from storybook Irish landscape.
I could lay here all day and dream because isn't that what it is all about? Being able to listen, imagine, and bring to life something out of nothing? I could have said the grass touched my face and I began to think of ideas, but how interesting is that? I would much rather find the joy being tilled in my spirit by all that is around me and unfurl the puzzle.
That emerald green is like no other I have ever seen. It isn't just because the hue or the tint, but because of how I encounter it.  An actual emerald might seem more valuable, but as I look at the open fields of reflecting light moving in perfect rhythm across romping grounds for sheep, cattle, and twirling children with bows laughing, I can feel my spirit absorb it all. It is at this moment, I ask myself, who could be so creative?