Continuing the Unfinished Journey

I wasn't yet born and those rolling hills with renewed green awaited me to explore cloves of orange and lemon waving in the noon's peacefulness never felt by any other boy burning with eagerness; doesn't he frequently miss the picturesque scene so brilliantly adorned by the soft colors of dawn and extravagant fantasy? Continuing the unfinished journey is a must to quite down his desire seeing the squealing swallows take over a sky once dominated by eagles, keep him company and he'll show you the winding paths and the emerald valleys... where beech trees, maples, and black pines grow; if curiosity excites you, follow him closely and meet those cloudless celestine skies that are wondrous to behold and admire: how much thrill one can see in a bewildered eye! On warm spring afternoons the gentle doves and the rough pigeons cooed outside open windows, no dogs chased them away, they were safe from harm; all the kids were in school distracted by their coos, soon they would storm the large square shaded by girths... youth thrived in them and their smiles had a special charm! Nights had their fascination when the above sky was a myriad of constellations in continuous illumination from a Universe seen by sparkling dreamers' eyes, and lovers would hold hands making their wishes; wasn't this place the most magical imagined by a teen who never wrote a verse until he left it on a September tearful night that began the continuation of his unfinished journey in another continent?