To Earth

The feeling of warm earth between her toes as the summer breeze caresses her face brings her back to life.

Nature grounds her. The sound of birds in the early morning, the last pink hue in the sky at sunset.

The moon in all phases fascinates her, but when it is at its fullest, matches her big eyes in shape.

She can lay on the cool grass and stare at the stars, or sit in the warm sand and listen to the ocean and her mind clears of clutter.

The beauty in nature is not only in the eye of the beholder. The beauty in nature is in its chaos, its strength. The way a small animal forages for food, or a tree withstands every element.

Nature is a reminder that everything has a purpose. It’s shows us that we control nothing, and everything all at once.

She has always been drawn to it. To the feeling she gets from it. Some call it Mother, others call it God, but regardless of a name she respects the power in its purity.

If you’re looking for her, you don’t need to look far. Follow the sounds of birds, the shade of trees or the sound of water. There she will be, peaceful in nature’s reverie.