The calming effects of natural beauty, the collective respect for nature’s duty, the itinerary of isolation allowing the uploading of enthusiastic observations. This mist clinging among the leafy greens, flickering lights dancing upon a tranquil stream, fire flies shine late in the day such tranquility is nature’s way.
The fertile fumbling frogs forge in the foliage, the gusty winds blowing fog, this pristine productive planet from God! preservation and protection or deflection. The buzzing bees will casually sting! such is the beauty in the butterfly’s wings, snow on the horizon ready to fall, to the majestic magnificence of the waterfall.
The migratory birds sore while they sing, the uplifting currents of wind on wings, lush grass sipping the morning dew! then turning toward the sun in time on queue. Strange how the wasteful will engage in the lack of hope, can our environment’s buoyancy keep it afloat, judicious judgments in adjudications! I have my reservations.