I love the way the leaves shake in the wind.
Almost like tiny little whispered claps in the distance, cheering me on.
Saying, "keep going."

I love the way the twigs rub against each other
Singing nature's tunes like a bow on violen strings.

The sun melting away the cold dark loneliness that had casted itself over my soul.

The ground, hard and firm and warm
Reminds me that mother Earth still has me even if no one else does.