Trees beautiful,
Embracing its imperfections with all its spectacular perfections.
Trees freedom,
Releasing my spirit and inner serenity.
Nature is the feeling of the sun lightly brushing against my cheeks.
as birds chirp in my ears.
Trees speaking to me in a way that cant be heard but felt.
Trees are the strong silent type while the grass whistles and the dead leaves crunch trees touch the soul.
Its thick layer of bark as if the thick hide of a rhino protecting its inner self from opposing forces. These beauties of nature protect the weak its only opposing force being a man”s greed.
Their true voices only heard in complete peace of mind, body, and soul rivaling a state of Nirvana.