Gifts sometimes come unwrapped
No bows or pretty paper
Yet the contents is amazing
Very much welcomed with surprise
Early morning walks on sandy beaches
Skies changing color before your eyes
Waking up in the arms of your one and only
Unexpected pleasures and treasures

Staring at nature , dreams are near
Right in front of me
Life storms by like a hurricane
When life gives no answers
Ask nature to help
Animals listen
Fresh air, cool breeze
Warm days, different ways
Staring off in space
Feeling calm, quiet solitude
Watching baby bird
Build her nest
Sweet, sweet
Little bird
I can’t believe, I can see
All these animals
In these woods
Staring at nature

The smile of the old person
    from that of the young does widely differ
    it hides an element of sadness
    which words can't properly utter-

    youth is too proud and too sure
    and knows not yet what it is to suffer
    the Via Dolorosa it hasn't experienced
    it has miles upon miles wisdom to discover