As my footprints scar the ground below,
My eyes drift up to the sky above.
The fluffy white clouds so gently flow, and
I fall in love.
Once again with the simplicity of Nature
I bow my head to thank the Creator.
How merciful thou art!
For in this majestic place I have forseen with my own eyes
A vision of the heavenly realm where thou doth reside!
And I think to myself.
How wretched are we!
That we take for granted such a gift so easily.
This glorious gift
Of life so lucid and of tranquility.
I stare at the Willow
With her long, flowing hair being gently caressed by the wind
O how my heart does overflow!
With a happiness and love that come from deep within.
For when in Nature, I feel as though
The time has stopped
The world goes slow.
And I can only hear the sound of the river flow.
I lose myself.
I let it all go.
I forget about wealth,
I forget about my troubles and my woe.
For this is the place where I feel at home.
In the Mother's bosom.
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