BLAIKE IVERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

The sun glows up like the moon, the sky was bright as the water, and the birds were flying freely in the sky. The wind passes by my bare skin. On the four corners of my garden, I could hear only the chirping of birds, which was so relaxing on my ears.

The sky was as blue as the ocean as always. The trees and flowers inside of my garden gave beauty to it, the nature was colorful as it was.

"Blaike," a familiar voice called me.

I looked ...