The scene unfolds before me,
Yet I seem to be
The only one
Who pays it heed.
The glorious light,
The sun
With its radiant brilliance
Peering through the cracks
Of Clouds,
The trees
Gently waving
In the calm
Summer breeze,
All painted
By the living brush
Of Nature.
It is not
That I am the only one
Who
Can take a step back
And see this
Painting of God
Unfold
Before me,
But rather,
It is that I
Am the only one
Who listens
To the chirp
Of the crickets,
To the buzz
Of the cicadas
To the soft songs
Of the birds
And to the gentle whisperings
Of the wind
And does not think
On how
I must go home
Or how loud they are,
Or truly anything,
For when I
Am in Nature I,
I take a step
Off the path and
Into the world and
Stop thinking,
Start seeing and hearing and
Simply marveling at
What a gift it is
That we
Have been given
To live
In a world where
If you want to see beauty,
You can just look up,
Look out,
And you
Will find it,
That
We live
In a world where
Raw life
Surrounds us and
All we need to do to
Marvel
In the glory of nature is
Take down those windows
That we always have
Around us,
When we are
In the car or
In the house or
Simply walking down the street,
To
Take down that barrier that
Separates us
From the
Real world,
From this world of life
In which we live but
Which we ignore and
Simply walk by for
All too often we
Do not live
In this world but instead
Simply exist in it
And pass by the beauty that
So surrounds us.
