Your comments remind me of the praise I have heard from those who engage in forest bathing.
from AI:
Ode to Nature's Symphony Through Time
In the embrace of nature's grand design, We find a world where senses intertwine. With every sight, and sound, and fragrant breeze, We revel in the wonders that appease.
The sight of dawn, a canvas painted gold, With hues that shift as day begins to unfold. The trees, their leaves a tapestry so bright, In autumn's glow, they dance in morning light.
The sound of streams that whisper through the glen, A melody that soothes the hearts of men. The rustling leaves, a symphony so sweet, In nature's choir, our souls find their beat.
The scent of pine, a fragrance pure and true, The earthy musk of rain, a morning dew. The flowers' bloom, their perfume fills the air, In nature's breath, we find a moment rare.
Through seasons' change, we witness time's embrace, The cycle of rebirth, a wondrous grace. From winter's chill to summer's warm caress, In nature's arms, we find our hearts confess.
For in this world, where senses come alive, We cherish every moment we derive. With sight, and sound, and smell, we are entwined, In nature's beauty, timeless and refined.
So let us wander through this earthly realm, With open hearts, let nature overwhelm. For in its splendor, we find our place, A testament to time's enduring grace.
Your comments remind me of the praise I have heard from those who engage in forest bathing.
from AI:
Ode to Nature's Symphony Through Time
In the embrace of nature's grand design, We find a world where senses intertwine. With every sight, and sound, and fragrant breeze, We revel in the wonders that appease.
The sight of dawn, a canvas painted gold, With hues that shift as day begins to unfold. The trees, their leaves a tapestry so bright, In autumn's glow, they dance in morning light.
The sound of streams that whisper through the glen, A melody that soothes the hearts of men. The rustling leaves, a symphony so sweet, In nature's choir, our souls find their beat.
The scent of pine, a fragrance pure and true, The earthy musk of rain, a morning dew. The flowers' bloom, their perfume fills the air, In nature's breath, we find a moment rare.
Through seasons' change, we witness time's embrace, The cycle of rebirth, a wondrous grace. From winter's chill to summer's warm caress, In nature's arms, we find our hearts confess.
For in this world, where senses come alive, We cherish every moment we derive. With sight, and sound, and smell, we are entwined, In nature's beauty, timeless and refined.
So let us wander through this earthly realm, With open hearts, let nature overwhelm. For in its splendor, we find our place, A testament to time's enduring grace.
Fred, thank you for this beautiful synopsis on how to really BE in wild (or at least far less domesticated) spaces.
What a great sign! I didn’t know till the end of your post that you created it. I should’ve recognized your writing anywhere!
Snowplows getting ahead of the snow in the morning? You certainly are not in Virginia anymore!