Walking in nature

Working in a festival this weekend I took time to walk in nature. I saw dirt trails and small trees on both sides; I watched the steady flowing of water while the birds proudly perform their freedom songs. Arriving to the big stream I bend down and see my clear reflection in front of me. I put my hand in the water, it was ice cold. The numbness ran through my fingers. The cold water quickly refreshed my face. When I splashed the water on it, it washed away my anxieties and frustrations of this life.
I looked beyond the stream; there are a variety of flowers that filled the grassland, walking between the flowers, on that land, through a rainbow which makes me feel the rich soil. Crossing from stream to stream, I felt the other breeze, carefully merging the two scents into one fresh, clean smell of Mother Nature. I felt that there were unexplored treasures still in the forest undiscovered. The clouds are like cotton candy, in the midst of the blue sky. A bird catches a worm so it may feed its young. When the rough dirt trail ends, I sat down on a rock, picking at one rock ready to explore any new treasures. The birds serenade each other dancing and the squirrels play each other.
After a half an hour of deep, deep thought, I came to the conclusion that a strong influence in our lives comes from the beauty of earth. I felt overwhelmed and amazed by the power of nature. It is heaven.
Getting in touch with nature, for me, is about taking a look inside ourselves and opening the doors for our spirit to be free.

Mountains and hills,
Birds flying with a strong will!
Strong winds hugging the trees,
Kissing the branches lying on their knees!
Begging them, let me be, let me be
Let me be your sister and let me be your daughter
Let me be, let me be