Beauty can be defined as many things
Its different to each person.

Some prefer art,
Others music,
A few even treasure food.

Me?
I prefer the land.
I'm a city boy with a small town heart.
Where everything's calm
Everyone knows each other.
Where making friends is easy
And making enemies is easier.

But that's not beauty.
The rolling hills,
The trees,
Wild in their growth
Bowing to no one but the wind and fire.
A constant cycle of rebirth and renewal.

I could lose myself here.
Forget about everything
Everyone.
It'd be so simple,
So easy.

This place is awe-inspiring.

I know we all feel it
When we find ourselves
In this situation.

A sense of peace.

It washes over us
In a cool rush.
We realize that we're alone
with our thoughts,
Our family,
Our books.

No cell service,
No gps,
No radio.
Completely.
Alone.

Some panic
without their technology
Some freak out
because they're not "connected".

I relish this peace.
I relish it with a gratitude
One that I can't find anywhere else.

Peace and quiet.

This is long overdue.
Never past its prime.
Always easily welcomed.

But the knowledge is always there
That this peace has to end
Eventually.

Just a few more minutes
Please.

There really is something magical,
Whimsical even,
About driving through the trees.

A forrest even.
Something wild even though
Humanity has tamed it
Enough to drive through.

We clear the trees
Flatten the land
Pour the concrete
And make sure
There's a destination
At the end.

Everyone wants to rush
Humanity has trained themselves
To go as fast as possible
To get things done.

Yet everyone says
"Its the journey,
Not the destination".

Liars.

They've delusioned themselves
Into not believing what they say.
Hypocrites, I say.
Liars.

This is nature's true beauty.