The sun shining in the meadow.

With rain dropping on webs.

With leaves up high in a tree,

where only birds capture the moonlight glare.

I smell the nature of God’s creation.

The bark from a tree.

Soaked with moisture from the nearby water.

Leaves tumbling down with air that cools me.

Trees swaying back and forth.

Swish,Swosh.

I hear birds chirping  all around me.

I realized it must be the natural desire.

That last Forever.