Getting to you
 

The air of calm and night pours into my open body and
Young broken crown. I can feel the world inside my soul as the greenish of the grass fills my heart with its spirit of fresh and anew. The smell of wood reflects self as the creek moves gentle dancing on my ears reminding to take life with kindness. The raindrops tap gently on my notebook reminding me of a sweet child reading , immersed in the character of the story . I question where I would go if I walked through the mystic of the tress, where would life's imagination take me? Why does nature heal? And my heart. Why does it long to get to you?

The heart drinks of the fountain, taste the source! that quenches our thirst for more than the fountain, springs.

Pure living waters undefined.

"There is light in everyone. Faith and hope can be profound if one believes with their heart".


Why did the chicken cross the road?

Because it was there.

Beautiful writing

Beautiful. Thanks.

I met the Forrest he told me to smile and lean on him for a while. Then gently tapped on my shoulder, reminding me life's still around to live. They chant us along, we chant us all along, and the chestnut tree giving hundreds and hundreds of high fives as I on my way to life walm by.