Beauty of Nature
i stand. here. in the meadow. the wind brushes my face,
caressing my cheeks gently. it is cool, a fresh breeze against the
hot and humid air. i smell the inviting scent of the flowers nearby,
inviting me to come closer to them and take them home with me.
the grass tickles my barefeet and makes it way between my toes.
butterflies flutter around me, as if my aura were just that inviting
and they had to come and see what i was all about.
i close my eyes. i see wonderful thing, my fantasies, my dreams, and,
i think, as i'm surrounded by all of the beauty, what could be better?
what could possibly make life more complete?
if there is something better, i don't want to know.
