One.

It’s easy to see the reflections of one natural life-breath to another.

The rippling of the long grass in the fields like the flow of water in the vastness of the ocean.

The half-charred and broken lonely log seems to mimic the cycle of night and day.

And the wildflower, blossoming up, towards the brightness of the sun.

There is such a mixture of old and new.

Of decaying and flourishing.

Of what is and what used to be.

The wind moves everything.

The branches of trees, interrupting the insects mid-flight, and changing the shadows on the ground during every single fraction of time.

Everything is constantly changing and there is always something to look up and appreciate.

Advertisements

Talk to me.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s