One With NatureThere is no place I would rather be than one with nature.
The sweet bird song, the wind if it chooses my hair, to blow.
All the fine, green, everything.
Listen to the silence, now your footsteps are on the bare, solid earth.
Can you smell the pungent pine needles?
Lie down now upon the earth and cradle your head in it's
Can you imagine such inner peace?
Do you taste the honeysuckle on your tongue?
Nature does not care what we weigh, what we look like or
what our inner nature is about, it just holds us unconditionally.
Sort of like God.
dianne0777 61-65 0 May 30, 2011