A Meeting

GiaB writing prompt #14 being in nature

A blessed meeting of human and Earth a reminder that all things give birth and contribute to the beauty of things the magic that nature brings.

When I sit and close my eyes I soon realize that I am one with all I, too, have a purpose and a call.

My lanky limbs are like tree bark my voice singing like a lark, in flight flowers sprout from my fingertips and sap drips from my eyes I am just as alive as the soil and the moss — to not delight in this revelation would be such a loss.

The oceans and rivers and trees, I applaud because without them I would know nothing of God.