While the Northeast winters are one of the harshest in the country, I wouldn’t be in any other place during the summers. The landscape is so lush, and plants grow effortlessly anywhere. In this side of God’s country, flora and fauna are being nurtured by Mother Nature herself. So even for people who don’t have green thumbs, such as ourselves, we grow beautiful, lush gardens.
Who knew it’s possible to see everyday things in a different light?
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.