Amidst the creator : 1

Sitting. Eyes closed and
Slightly smiling.
A breeze weaves in and
Out of my hairs, lifting and
Drifting them upon my head.

The tall grass around me
Along with the melancholy
Music of some awakened forest
In the distance.

A stillness drifts through the trees and
Blankets the land and thats when
I feel his presence.

And I surrender my breath's
To the beauty of this moment.

Why I need more family time:

Its 5:30 December the something.
My dad opens my door.
"HEATHER!! Come look at the sky,
I know you'll appreciate this."
"Well, alright." I said.
We walk out my room through the
Foyer then to the front door.
He opens it and goes on to describe
The details with an underlying awe, that made me proud.
"look at how those clouds resemble sand, and the colors are so bright!" he said
And the sun crept down further.

I never knew he liked sunsets.

Sunny love

Upon the first hours of the sun
I danced within her reverie
Marveling as she lined my lungs
Drying up morsels of misery
She ebbs and flows through one's tears
Disintegrates moisture through the years
Lock her in time and tuck away
She'll never sleep, that sphere digressing
Her particles in my palm, as the world turns gray
The perils of night are much less depressing
Gleaming still upon souls, the array
I shall let her frolic through my hair on a cold winters day.

Time to Recognize

,There are systems in place for essentially every single living thing that graces the earth. For every leaf there is an intricate highway of vessels, each one pumping life to and fro, birthing and dying all at once, organized and objectively. And inside every vessel, are more intricate processes, doing the same thing on a smaller scale. For every vessel there are cells, each one flowing along in perfect harmony, providing means for life and caring not that their work is a part of a much bigger, grander, beautiful picture. The same truth is relevant even so for the contents that lie inside each cell, of every vessel, of every leaf. The nucleus, the ribosomes, the vacuole ect. all tick and tock for the purpose of the life of a single leaf, absolutely everything else in this world, and perhaps the universe. As one finds himself in nature, (everyone should at some point in their lives find themselves in nature) intaking the subjects of the earth, whatever they may be, will he recognize the importance of it all? Will he see not just the colors of the element, but the infinite parts that make up the whole? Will he appreciate what he cannot see, as it is capable of being beautiful just the same as what he can? perhaps it is too much to ask, too heavy a concept for a simple mind, but if everyone could see the beauty I see... if everyone could lose but just one breath in awe of the details of the world one time, they would understand. They would believe in the things they cannot see, and feel the things they cannot touch. They would know there is a God, and account for the wonders he created if only it be a blade of grass. Life of the universe is full of detail, fleeting but ceaseless, wonderful, and dependent on every single speck.