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By Sanya Singh

A delicate, illuminated Iris fully blossomed
A warm, soft, chocolate chip cookie freshly baked
A vanilla ice cream cone flawlessly textured
My California, the finest home.

Waves that mock and tickle your feet,
Then innocently dash across the shore.
Like siblings robbing Halloween sweets,
Then sprinting towards the door.

Waves that bring upon sea shells,
all so tough and curled,
Sometimes, you crack open the cell
only to discover a pearl.

Ignore phones for a second,
and you will recognize
the sand glued to your toes,
that was never a nuisance
but just another friend below.

And faint snowstorms in Nevada.
That never smashes us, just lightly grazes us
But, do not overlook the scorching heat,
that we've luckily only envisioned in our dreams.

You won’t feel that anywhere else, my friend.

If the world were a human,
California would be the heart
That would carry me, sway me, caress me,
Tickle me, sing to me, dance with me.

But if California were a human
It would have character as formidable as uneven pistachio shells
But a temperate smile like a pup
recently adopted.

Where clouds morph into elephants, cats,
even ice cream cones
Occasionally adjusting colors to orange-pink-yellow
Gradient, or natural blue fellows
And trees altered their personality to barren, luscious,
or even brushes

A prospering seed that grew into one of
the world's largest tree,
the redwood, so you see
With leaves so bright, you’d be blinded as you gaze

But don’t be afraid my friend, it will amaze.

With a golden bridge that lights up stars,
Perfect to live like if you desire charm.
The golden shimmer
Evident from miles away,
It’s a sight you will not see every day.

At intervals, you will pick up
A serenade of mixed voices
From elderly women to newborns whimpers.
Weaved together
To assemble carols
a siren would belt forever

And most importantly of all,
do not forget, my friend,

when I grazed my knee

California bandaged it for free.