At One With Nature

A babbling brook winding endlessly further disappearing through glades of fern and flowers. Anticipating the reappearance of the fairy once gliding and pirouetting to empower the birth of the blossoming cherry. Multitudes of hidden wonders in secretive whispering storms of thunder, releasing the phosphorescent rainbow and falling deeply into a mystical slumber. The fairy princess is plucking a mallow while decorative fashion is to hallow the gift of solace and quintessence. The gentle whisper of the waves in our solitary retreat inspires a wholeness as the shallow waters trickle through our toes as a tributary merges with the bounding main in utter silence. In search of lost letters and numbers we will raise the chosen cross without a glimmer of florescence. Pitching horseshoes without a thought in feverish moments the devil bought. Nonetheless we proceed through the moss barefoot and content in midsummer. We will peddle wares in imaginary places indebting the loneliest as they are taught. Witnessing our surroundings with spaces filled with wonderment and magnificence. Weeping with joy amongst sweet faces who tenderly stroke my soulful efforts enfolding me with their heavenly presence. Chanting mandalas in symmetric ease in accordance with a summer's breeze as it sings its never-ending harmonious support. Then we gather Nature so picturesque while the fairy intertwines an arabesque. Manifesting the priest of the forlorn whose passionate blessings heal all that's torn. Rebounding altitudes in giant steps, for this very purpose we are all adept. Reiterating phrases of praise and healing. Presenting emotions with deeper feeling. Lost never again in our waywardness, we will wallow in waters of sumptuousness.