It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Saturate my skin.
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.
From a challenging yet refreshing hike
Never seem to drink enough water.
I am too distracted by beauty that catches my eyes.
I get tickled by these things.
Even the snakes. They terrify my but I cannot stop looking and wondering.
Bumble bees and wasps.
Spiders and caterpillars.
Hawks and vultures.
The different trees and different leaves.
The greens and the blues, the grays and the browns.
And the way is rocky so I have to stop quite often and gaze otherwise
I might trip and fall a very long way.
Then I stay up too late watching the
Fireflies dance in the forest.
They never cease to make me giggle with delight.
They mesmerize me.
My eyes trying to focus between the dark
And the light of their
I cannot even guess where they may light up
So I try not to blink leaving my eyes to soften
Without looking at one point.