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.