The chaos of my mind died,
When my bare feet touched the green grass,
Though the sun was scorching hot,
Resting under my shadow was a hard red beetle,
Tough on the outside yet vulnerable when I touched it.
How could I forget the lulling feel of the soft leaves,
The rich brownness of the hard trees,
Serenity in the thin air,
The blue sky and its milk-white clouds,
And the sweet smell of the vibrant orchids?
Nature\'s got a paradise to it,
Only those one with it feel it.
I felt it.