Written on July 9th, 2012
Nature does speak to us, visually, audibly, or physically. I love the sound of the wind when it blows through the woodland. To listen to the varying sounds. I love the Sun as it lights up the morning sun. Stirring the day for the birds to take to the skies. I love the sun as it falls down in to the horizon, it is time to go home. The moon rising up in the night sky, it is the time for the animals to start their "day". I love the sound of the rain as it beats on the window, I love the sound of thunder as the lightening cracks open the skies and lights up the night. I love the sound of the wind and the feel of the wind as it passes through me, chilly it may be, the feel of it. I love the call of the wild, the foxes and the badgers, the laughing deer. The stags stomping their feet to guard their harem. I love the squirrels as they romp amongst the leaves. I love the sound of the water falling on the rocks the spray that spread over the trees and plants, that quenches the thirst of the bird and the beasts. Don't you love nature when it talks to you? If you would only listen.