Wissahickon Valley Park - Pennsylvania
The chirps outside of my window jolt me more than my alarm
Sitting by the river, the stream flowing by my feet comforts me more than any blanket or garment
The sound of a voice traveling
down with the current
laughter and song
bouncing
off of the riverbed
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books
I have no need for extensive knowledge of mathematics or theoretical practices
I have a need for the ways of the world, the growth and beauty of our Mother Nature around us
I have a need for the intricate wovings of the human brain and the knowledge of consciousness
I have a need for the love of others, the feeling of being needed by others
I have a need for the hug of my father and mother, the feeling of being enveloped in warmth by the ones I love
The feeling of loving those I love in turn
The feeling of necessity blossoming in my heart when I see my friends for the first time in weeks, when my cousin returns from college and we run up to each other and tackle one another with hugs
The feeling of ecstasy when the first leaves start to green
You see your first love in the first blossoms of Spring
The morning dew and the chirping of birds, and my oneness with the world
You see your father in the looming comfort of the pine
The soft moss under my hand on the rock I lean to when I wear out from trekking up a hill
The smell of the dirt infused air, nature blowing me a kiss
The sunlight beaming through the leaves like a sign of heaven, the angels parting leaves
Nature is the epitome of beauty
You call someone naturally beautiful
You are naturally beautiful
Naturally
You are as beautiful as nature
You kiss the top of your baby cousin’s head as you walk through the trees
You see the color of her eyes in the coat of the bluebird
She laughs as you show her different flowers
You tell her what they mean, like how your mother told you
She doesn’t understand, but she will when she is older
And she will tell her children and they will tell their children after
The tulips line the garden your nana has curated
Her touch permeating the natural world
Her knowledge reflecting in the meticulous lining of the blooms
And she will tell her children and they will tell their children after
The tulips line the garden your nana has curated
Her touch permeating the natural world
Her knowledge reflecting in the meticulous lining of the blooms
The fresh cut grass of your grandfather's yard
who you now see in the sunsets