MY Nature. I claim it.

The snow chilled raindrops caress my sun-forsaken face, the feathery grass bows under my feet as subjects to a king. The frigid sun-rays sing to my spirit in the sonorous tones of autumn. Tree bows smother me with my adoration as I lay beneath them in my victorious freedom. Here in my aloneness, I am surrounded by my loves. The red-gold earth, seen only when looked for through her veil of green, the branches of a willow; a Celtic knot of deepest tones on an easel of cerulean sky. My Nature rules the earth in unadulterated glory, unchanging and unrelenting.