Into the deep wooden forest or in the shore of an emerald sea?
Whenever I'm into the mountain, the chirping of the birds, the falling tree branches and the rustling of leaves , never failed to amused me. They're music to my ears. Whenever I walk into the lush deep forest, the gentle breeze and sweet morn dews soothes and gave me warmth throughout the day. Beneath the green vast canopy, I feel protected and free.
I will always fear the sea, but will never get weary of its beauty. I can hear the roars of the waves as it touches the shore. As I walk I held my breath, salt filled the air. I tried to sit, and watched beyond the horizon the boundless sea. I lost my thoughts and smiled as the waves started caressing my feet and the sand.
The deep wooden forest offers me peace and solace, the same way the emerald sea offers calmness. I will be in constant awe and will forever thank God for allowing me to witness nature's beauty in its many forms.
Soothing. Calming. Refreshing. Leaves. Grass. Trees. Life. Hope. Peace. Green.
Patterns of light and dark shades of green soothe my senses, every time I look up to see what nature has in store for me when my hands and heart are running empty of motivation on how to keep myself up in this ever challenging game called life.
As I breathe in the calming tints of leaves up above, a certain kind of happiness wraps me in its arms, whispering to my ears the assurance I long to hear that despite the chaos and uncertainties all around, better days are coming soon.
The refreshing splash of green hues around me is a balm to the aches and pains gnawing at the edges of my sanity as the leaves of time one by one fall off from the tree of hope that never ceases to grow no matter how gloomy days can get.
Smiles fill my wary heart whenever I find myself stepping barefoot on the fresh, dewy grass and the soft blades tickle my soles, giving sound to the laughter that hasn't found a voice for quite some time.
Each day that comes is a promise to the seeds of hope and peace I am nurturing in the bed of my barren soul, hoping one day it would be my chance to share and give to those who need it-most especially myself.
It has been said that hope springs eternal and like an anxious child flying a kite on windy, summer days, I hold on tight to its strings and my fingertips will never let go no matter how fragile it may be and as long as the sun rises and sets, my heart will always look forward to seeing the baby steps of better days coming my way.