Even upon first arriving I can already taste the joy of the cool mountain air. I can smell the truth of all of life as it weaves its way in and out of the trees. I can feel my lungs fill up inside with love from every direction and every source of life. I can
Tag: nature
I can’t help but wonder, does Nature mourn the changing of Seasons? Is it difficult to go from the vibrancy and vitality of Summer to the colorful garden of Fall and then to the slumber of Winter? Do the leaves compare themselves to others with all of the differing colors and shades of Fall? Are
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by