At Home with Nature


As I walk o'er the plains

I listen…

To the whispering wind in the grass.

As I listen to the wind

I see…

The rolling hills, the golden sunrise with rays to horizon and beyond.

As I see the sunrise

I smell…

The delicate scents of Nature; of distant pines and plentiful crop.

As I smell the scents

I feel…

The breeze brushing against and past me, the flora tickling my legs.

As I feel the breeze

I taste…

The sweet, pristine air, the way Nature wanted it to be.

As I taste the air

I realize…

I have no fears. I have no worries.

I am where I belong; where my home is; where the true meaning of eternal paradise is explained…

I am at home with Nature.