I have visited it in my mind, but not in my body Imagined nature and it's smells *A doe and her fawn walking just as the noon sun was setting I, Sitting, watching, waiting, writing The birds twitter the music of their language The soul soothed by the beauty of nature Everything in it calming and healing to the soul They don't have unnecessary violence that man has They instead Live with a food chain that nature has agreed upon and bestowed upon them to keep its balance And I, Sitting, watching, waiting, writing Am letting my soul rest and have the wind, the smells, and the music cleanse a corner of my dark soul And bring drop of light in it
Hm. Isn't nature cleansing? My imagination can do it's job sometimes