I have to say without doubt it matters not the tree its soul speaks to mine because they know I am one of them they utter words my inner being hears with truest delight.
I took a walk inside a photo under the misty waterfall on a mountain trail. it was cool there. I felt water vapor. the air was fresh and there were other friendly hikers. a railed fence kept you safe from falling over the edge. I wanted so much to walk up the mountain trail to… Continue reading Walking under Mist
When the wind whispers low in winter sowing, god's bounty speaks in spring seedlings growing. an entire universe breathes its quiet endless flow through summer trees gently making autumn leaves flutter and drop scattered in uneven rows. don't miss nature's voice, listen with your inner ear. it speaks language in sun, wind, clouds and rain...… Continue reading When the Wind Whispers Low
In a dream I was floating like a cloud looking down at golden poppies, green rolling hills, sturdy oaks, gliding doves, and the waves of the ocean crashing on shore rocks I gazed at stars and the moon at night and the sun during the day But, I was not lonely when I awoke my… Continue reading Floating like a Cloud
Green tall trees make way a train runs through here distant whistle sounds a warning coming through the mountain pass out from the tunnel winding through a valley of grass.
The sheer freedom of walking in nature's way confounds the mind In the world at large Free The unknown path ahead Open We love the earth We love the stars We belong to all We lose our burdens If not only For a moment Through lessons From green trees Brown dirt And granite Rocks We… Continue reading Walking in nature’s way