‹Tis not but a dream, having the sunlight within my grasp. Once mightily known, the
eternal light burned bright. All to be enjoyed by many in union. But alas something
hath drove us away, away from each other, away from nature, away from ourselves.
As creates of nature art not we disposed to that which we are apart of? Art not the
birds given domain over the firmament and the fish given domain over the waters?
Then should we, as dwellers of the earth, claim it to be of our domain?
This land is part ours, its: beauty, life, love. Ere be we not to blossom within its
embrace. Our kindred fancies itself wise, living immortally within the lackadaisical
boxes. How shalt life be lived if lived as a rock? Always will existence appear dark if
lived in the dark. Was it ultimately the fear of those places and creatures whom the
light shun that drove us away from our inheritance?
True be it that the serpentine is king of the ground dwellers, whom shun the light.
But fear them none, for they too share this nature with us, just behave in caution’s
thought when in dealing with these. Let fear of their rank not drive us into an
unnatural world, heed the lessons of the butterfly. Tiny be they, yet they dread not the
sky, flying around knowingly that the sky is theirs.
True be it that even whilst adventuring throughout this realm of ours, unbegotten
to the fears of the flesh comes the fears of the soul. When Apollo›s chariot passes and
Nyx›s chariot arises, the soul of ours is shaken. Needed not be shaken though, as
creatures of the light we always circumfulgent even if enveloped by the embodiment
of the night. Thought it would be wise to learn of caution whilst amongst those dank
places. Remember the light and need not be afraid of the dark, because when once
remembered there can be found the truest eloquence of the night.
If not these reasons wert it that we art discouraged by the seemingly sorrowfulness
of the pour that eventually drove us to habitat the inanimate boxes? Come now, known
be it that when once inside the rain, the abyss appears endless, but yet in every drop
is a rainbow. Rain brings forth the spirit of nature, without which we would cease to
be.
We as a faction of the natural world are inherently given domain over the bearings
of the earth for the sole purpose of contentment. Sadly we hath succumbed by
the erring fears of our flesh and its soul, leading foremost to our indulgence and
entanglement of the unnatural lackadaisical boxes. Yet unbenounced to many be the
true design found within the ectal. All that needs to be done is to take a slow walk,
and to stop and smell the flowers, to grasp this beauty, which we miss daily. May be it
that one day the mirth of the trees be experienced greater, forming the most perfect
union between lifting and none within these modern lives and once more claiming
pack with the land. Be too much but hope that that day also sees less people with the
clouded eyes.
Nature by: Joshua Miller