Uncatchable Fantasy

Can you present to me a fool's paradise, absent of change?
I want to see the trees vibrantly green and bursting with life all year round.
I want to inhale the exhilarating scent of flowers just before their first season debut;
When they're challenging the brightness of the stars to their powerful shades.
Can you show me a world in suspension, halted in mid-rotation?
I want to see dense firs bend under the full weight of winter's blanket.
I want to hear the obnoxious crunching of autumn leaves underneath my shoes,
Falling to pieces sporadically to blend with the rich, cool soil beneath.
Can you leave me blissfully undisturbed in a world locked in place?
Where I’ll always be still but forever circling, taking in the exact imagery of yesterday,
Of which will continue to astound me as they always do each break of dawn.
Where I can finally never say goodbye, and yet never say hello.