Love For Nature

Growing and growing.

The smell of rain

Oh how I crave that smell.

Nature.

A gateway. A getaway. A vacation. A retreat. An escape. A free land.

Oh how I love the feeling of rain.

Falling, soaking. The feeling of water, the smell, the feeling.

The rain dripping, breaking the surface, breaking the seal.

Letting the rain fill you up. Letting in every last drop.

The wind.

Picking you up. Setting you down.

Wind washing over you, rinsing, blowing, cooling the skin.

Brushing away the past. The wind taking the past away. Flushing in the future.

“Take me away wind.”

Take me off the ground.

Carry me along.

Carry me to the forest. Where the birds sing, where birds and peace lie.

Where the air is fresh. Where the cities are irrelevant. Where I can be not harmed. Not bothered, Not worried.

Safe, happy.