Within the fabric of well-being is the deep need of union with nature.
The unsuspecting innocence dances freely and wildly through the orchards of time.
The crystal clear radiance reflected by the waters edge.
The scent of pine on the breath of the forest.
The unrelenting wind on the backs of old men fishing till the day is done, while howling and scathing terns gather to scavenge for the remains of dying fish; as the lantern burns bright calling the men home to sit by the hearth and romance a warm drink.
When our very existence connects deeply with nature we are in tune with our own personal song.
We all have our own song to sing like the oriole or the robin.
Finely tuned and instrumental we strum the heart strings and beat endlessly and rock our souls essence.
Giving and receiving, tides turning and rivers flowing.
I am at one.