Dew Utopia

It was morning, and I'm standing where there are birds everywhere. The sky was fresh and plain with a red rounded circle making a shadow of me. I started to fill the space around and sweet my mouth with fruits. Fruits piled up like a bunch of leaves falling down to the ground. I grabbed it. I could feel crispy and cold in my tongue raised up a sharp aroma through my nose as I breathe. Now my nose was fresh and I felt like a group of cloud went passed into my nose.