A raindrop fell silently on my skin;

A perfect globe of energy, glistening;

Thrilling, fleeting, a charge within;

Touching my inner spiritual being.

My breath made a cloud in the air;

Billowing, floating out to disappear;

Leaving no trace of being there;

Dissipated, absorbed into the ether.

A heady scent floats on the breeze;

Awakening a sense of wonderment and ease;

Sweet nectar drifting from the Lavendar field;

Essential oils delicious, born to please.

A ripened apple falls from a tree;

Smooth and round in red, yellow and green;

As fresh as life itself, vitality;

The first juicy bite, crunch, a taste bud's dream.

I heard a Robin in the early dawn;

Singing a bright and beautiful song;

Like ripples of magic, gentle yet strong;

The delightful music of Nature's own.

Sensing Nature in all its forms;

Stimulates the mind, body and soul;

In sight, smell, taste, touch and sound;

The healing tonic of Nature abounds.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf