The sun shining through an old glass window,
casting light flecks and small shadows in its wonderful wake,
A tree without its leaves stands as a reminder that even ancient giants follow a pattern in line with the frozen lake,
The grass sifting over the breeze whispering simple secrets as soft as piano keys.
A bird on the wind pushing toward its destination despite the current flows direction,
A spider spinning its web for protection as dewdrops gather and complete the picture of perfection.
The deep breath I extend to breathe it all in and become a part of the symphonic melody,
The beautiful moment I realize that my path has led me again to the trees,
in nature, we are nurtured, it’s the cure for all of humanities disease..