Sometimes I just want to be alone and observe nature and ponder its vast mysteries.
If the wind could speak I wonder what types of things it would have to say?
Would it whisper insightful nuggets of knowledge or would it bellow out in a hate filled rage.
If water is the source for all life then what would it drink when it's thirst needs to quenched.
Why does the feel of grainy sand squishing in-between your toes feel so good.
Why do sunsets appear so lovely while moonless sky can seem so desolate.
Is me or doesn't seem like the insects are harmonizing a tune a tune when the sunsets.
Peaks and valleys.
Mountains and streams
shimmering dew drops in kissed by the morning light.
What comes first....lighting or thunder
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