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.

JanflowerMother Nature Invites You To Tea • Opuss № I