Returning To Nature

 Nature on Earth is everywhere.  

The leaf is green in many shades.  It is soft and gentle, whimpers a little and whispers when you run a finger upon its face or tickle its underside.  Usually, it is darker underneath while the top side is greener and brighter and more vibrant for all the work it does.  It absorbs sunlight and breathes in carbon dioxide.  In so doing, it generates food for itself and where there is leftover energy, it shares with other leaves and the twigs and branches, and the entire plant.  For our benefit, the leaf breathes out oxygen so that the oxygen can nourish our lungs and our bodies.  The oxygen travels pass our lungs into our bloodstream, where the red blood cells grow plump, filled with oxygen, and transport this precious element throughout our bodies, invigorating our souls.

On a nice regular day, stand beneath a young tree.  It is growing, busy as it is absorbing sunlight and carbon dioxide.  Sometimes, the leaves communicate with each other and sometimes the tree is communicating with other trees.  The trees talk not only through its wavering in the breeze, they talk by sending subtle signals composed of small chemical molecules that travel through the air.  They have to signal the changing temperature and the changing wind.  They have to talk of coming rain, snow, and yes, even hail.  On occasion, when tiny armies of insects call, the trees have to tell each other, they are here!

Beneath our feet is the soil where the roots branch out and grow.  The roots of one tree may touch the root tips of another, entangling, dancing ever so slowly.  Nutrients like minerals and elements like nitrogen are circulated through the moisture permeating the layers and strata of soil.  Just like the leaves, the roots are busy too, sorting through the various bits and pieces of molecular matter to find those the plant wants.  The roots are a part of the plant and they know what the plant wants from what they themselves desire.

Up upon the air, the branches and twigs are in motion.  They are so alive!  Birds big and small come gather.  The trees are their homes.  Many harbor no nest anymore.  The trees are all their forever homes.  The birds gather and talk over the circumstances, ever so present.  They want to signal to each other what great weather!  Who has been loud.  How do I feel today.  What are you saying.  This is what I would say.  

In the harmonies of nature the birds live.  This is why they always sing in symphony and never any sort of noisy cacophony.  Like the birds in the trees, we could too celebrate our forever home, this nature of our earth.

From the eagle's eyes