Shh

Listen:
to how a babbling brook almost seems to be talking to you, or the way the wind seems to be whistling your favorite tune,
the way the sun sparkles across the water as if this day was painted just for you.
these are the things I look forward to .
for when my world is out of control and everything is to heavy to hold
I know I'll find peace of mind, in mother nature as she shines. for she was here before you and I and will be long after we all die.