2 September 2012
Fingers of light materialised
Amongst the towering trees
They beckoned and pulled at me
Until I accepted the invite.
A brown rustic carpet
Was spread carefully across the ground
With little touches like twigs and stones
Sprinkled haphazardly
creating homely feel.
A great swoop of wind
Silenced the surrounding noises
Their Queen had arrived:
Mother Nature herself.
Gliding effortlessly around me
She wrapped me in
her cool embrace
She ran her fingers gently
through my hair.
You didn't need to see her
To feel her beauty.
She generated life into every
Object, or being.
She's the conductor
In this orchestra of a thousand parts.
Every orifice is alive
And more, living.
This invite is open for everyone
Mother Nature invites you to tea.
Mother Nature Invites You To Tea • Opuss № I