Hierarchy Of Needs
Nothing sweeter than ice cold water to a parched mouth
The sweet nectar oozes into the throat
Nothing fresher than a crisp fruit to an grumbling stomach
The crunch and slurp as the firm surface breaks into moisture
Nothing purer than the morning sun to a cold body
The light beams cascading on a hazel arm
Nothing cozier than an outdoor castle to roofless mind
The sheets strewn high and soft pillows spread low
Nothing calmer than a sleeping breath to a lonely soul
The small chest rising and falling atop another
Nothing greater than noticing eyes to a passive voice
The simple gesture reveals climbing to the peak
Nothing fuller than standing on two feet to a hopeless wanderer
The satisfaction of getting farther down the right path