It had always filled my heart with love—
The freedom in nature, the beauty in it:
The rising sun, setting, the chirping birds,
The hissing trees, chatter, the cool breeze.
Nature brimmed with what within I desired:
The calm in chaos, if raptured, in silence—
The anchorage of self in unpredictability
And through howling winds of impossibility.
Some things in life stretched away from reach:
The freedom that, rich in nature, I breathed—
The flavor of purity, the raw flavor of life;
The completeness in being, in peace, loved or not.