This dewy morning in the midst of spring, I walk in warm sunshine through fields of green.
I stop to hear birds sing songs of old as if this moment is the perfect time to bring me into their loving fold.
And we meet to share this space, and time slows down to allow me to taste - beauty.
The camera in eye stops the clock and I stand to look and listen.
I am drawn to look up - a tree, shaped by the hand of nature, perfect in its splendour.
Colour touches the edge of branches, brushed by the painter in passing to reveal life in all its wonder.
There is nowhere I would rather be and I feel alive as life moves in me now, life plays through me now.
I am blessed to experience the simplicity of this scene that reaches in through my senses to rest in the deepest part of me, to form a subtle imprint for times when seasons change, a reminder to trust that everything is perfect just the way it is.
I walk on through fields of green on this dewy morning in the midst of spring.
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