Goldfinch60

At One With Nature.

I walk through the wooded glade,

The beauty and wonder of nature

Showing me its glory.

A thrush walks across my path,

We stare at each other.

A smile comes to my face

As we just stay still,

Looking into each other’s eyes.

It trots off, unhurried,

It looks back as if to say goodbye.

I walk on and see the sparkle of the sun

Dropping through the trees

And touching me with its light.

I become one with nature

As I intermingle with it.

There are only good thoughts

Within my mind,

Telling me that being at one with nature

Is there for me,

And I know that in the future

We will be at one together.