They bloom. . .
they flower and flourish . . .
. . . and lastly they perish
and return to nourish the earth .
Our lives mirror the natural world.
We have seasons too. For we are nature.
Today the skies mirrored my mood, sad and gray,
as I learned of the death of a friend.
A friend who had a zest for life and left this world all too soon.
I just had to walk and walk. . .
to try and understand.
I was numb.
I needed nature . . . thinking of the words of John Muir: