What a joy to bask in nature’s glory,
To sit beneath cool palm trees,
Swaying to the breeze’s melody.
What a feeling
To be surrounded by peace.
Even if it doesn’t make sense,
For that moment, it calms you.
The joy of touching grass
So sweet, so pure.
To be where you are loved,
To be where you are seen,
To dream of times when it was more than just a place…
But a sacred space of memory.
And to feel it again
It means it’s alive.
Oh, the joy of nature.