Nature is Good Medicine

I feel closest to home
when the sun warms my cheek bones,
and the birds sing a song of rebirth,
when the wind pulls my hair
and whispers secrets of time travel
and the sparkling minerals
show me what I'm worth.

Silence can be so loud
with the ruckus of rolling clouds
stumbling over their own toes
fighting to catch the most gold
tossed from our brightest star.

I am.
Have been.
And will be.
In unity, we are.
Existence is as simple
as the difference between our hearts,
and I feel yours beating
through the art of your creation.

This world is our canvas
and we have created an ocean
with ripples and waves
of desire and devotion
to our destined connection
with love.

There can never be enough.