"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

When I look into the orange groves, I see hundreds and hundreds of trees, all identical. With about 20 oranges on each tree. I hear the wind blowing the leaves on the trees. I smell the fresh air. I feel nothing, I just space off and stare at the orange groves. I wish I could eat them all, they are juicy and delicious. Living by these trees make me feel like I will never go hungry again :)