to mother nature
Nature is inviting. She is a wonderful warm hug on a rainy November morning.
Nature is peace.
She is hot cocoa after a snow-day of sledding, cheeks wind-burned and pink.
Nature is a mother. She loves you no matter how much you may hurt her feelings or make her mad. She knows, at the end of the day, under a tree is still the calmest place to sit.
She is a picnic, homemade sandwiches and lemonade on a sunny July day.
Nature is a bird, dipping low in the sky, wings outstretched, singing, wind taking her to each corner of the land, where those without wings cannot come.
Nature is beauty. She is pure, the sunlight painting pictures in the sky and coloring what was black moments before.
She is the cool moonlight, setting a mood of mystery and seduction, quiet and calm and cool. Nature is dark and light, day and night, black and white. She is also the grey, what human hearts cannot comprehend.
She is the wave of the ocean, the salty foam left over after the water creeps back into the sea. Nature is energy, the drumbeat of a stampede, the rush of a flood. She is the strength of fire, the power of the wind.
Nature is the seasons, the circle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Nature is peace.
Nature is peace.
She is hot cocoa after a snow-day of sledding, cheeks wind-burned and pink.
Nature is a mother. She loves you no matter how much you may hurt her feelings or make her mad. She knows, at the end of the day, under a tree is still the calmest place to sit.
She is a picnic, homemade sandwiches and lemonade on a sunny July day.
Nature is a bird, dipping low in the sky, wings outstretched, singing, wind taking her to each corner of the land, where those without wings cannot come.
Nature is beauty. She is pure, the sunlight painting pictures in the sky and coloring what was black moments before.
She is the cool moonlight, setting a mood of mystery and seduction, quiet and calm and cool. Nature is dark and light, day and night, black and white. She is also the grey, what human hearts cannot comprehend.
She is the wave of the ocean, the salty foam left over after the water creeps back into the sea. Nature is energy, the drumbeat of a stampede, the rush of a flood. She is the strength of fire, the power of the wind.
Nature is the seasons, the circle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Nature is peace.