The Nature of Things

She is snow capped mountains.

The soaring bird.

An unforgiving breeze.

She is barren desert.

The empty tree.

And every fallen leaf.

She is life awakened.

The changing seasons.

Wildflowers blooming in spring

She is separate and connected.

She is I and I am she.


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