Nature inspires my everything.
She inspires my solitude, and my writing and my art.
She lifts me upon her welcoming wings
and soars me through the sky of possibilities.
She colors my day, brightens my soul, and calms my nights.
She is fierce and beautiful, strong and delicate —
an unrelenting Queen so generous of advice
and never weary of new beginnings.
In spring a colorful maiden, in winter a wise old lady,
in autumn a looking-glass to my falling-leaf self,
and summer a warm blossomed benefactor,
comrade to the sun.
A constant companion — sometimes indifferent,
sometimes nuzzling me with her genial breezes
and raining drops of heaven onto me.
To close my windows and shut her out
is error and melancholy.