Before time could tell I was throwing coins into fountains, blowing the petals
Off of dandelions, and hopelessly ripping the petals off of the flowers I made
My bed in. I continuously gave my worries to the wind, quite literally, and made
Peace with nature so that she in return would offer me the gift of friendship,
Oh how important it is to become one with the ground you walk on and
Realize I am neither above nor below it- equal to all being and creatures.
Knowing my steps impact the ground much more than my wishful thinking
Of nature ever will.
The magic of nature is simply that.
The wind carrying the leaves, creating a mosaic-
The puddles of rain water and mud creating illusions of
Sink holes and sand boxes.
Children diving into their hand crafted mud pies.
Creating something out of nothing since the beginning of time, mother nature.