Boxes of Worlds

 Closer and closer they appears as if out of nowhere. Joys of particles that rush through the body, hands and eyes only, eyes pop up , the golden hue that shines bright, that dark essence that consummates, the hazle, Grab squeeze, fingers maneuvering on the go. Large , small, medium,

They pop up grabbing cash, grasping, cloth, swinging to treasures, gems, ornaments, jewelry, The eyes again are seen, then they are seeing the sizes range, Boxes so many boxes hovering , fade into existence then fadeing out, fading into existence then fading out, fading into existence then fading out. Empty boxes then , things pop in the boxes, they eyes come closer, inside, worlds ,so many worlds with trees that have diamonds and gold, and silver, food pop out of the trees, money pop out of the trees, they travel by trees.