atreesvoice

Sitting down against my wise maple sister with silence in my mind.
The air is cold, the wind is frigid, the rustling leaves speak of chill.
Yet the sun’s warmth causes my eyes to fill with tears of delight.
Why, when there is so much pleasure in the world,
do I ever question the purpose of human life?
Amongst the peace and welcome of the natural world,
there is no need to manufacture any connection or false sense of belonging.
All is as it is, and that is not just enough but beautiful.