The Cure Of Nature

The rays calls upon him like the howl of a fellow pack wolf. The glistening blue sky reaches its arms of cloud to give him a warm embrace. Becoming part of the sky, becoming part of the sun. Nature incarnate, natures nature. It is all within, if he so wishes to choose. The warmth of the sun, the expanse of the sky. He is the mountains reaching high. He is the valleys reaching low. He is the blade of grass beneath his feet, with so many other blades. Yet a blade unique.

Upon the highest point the scorching ball sings,
For so long, transfixed by eternal golden wings,
Emanating from a ball so pure, so sure,
Time becomes a blur, Nature’s natural cure.

Rise once again, rise once anew.
Begin life once as you truly knew.

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