Traces Of Love

Nature, My Healer

I take a walk in the woods, to have some alone time,

To clear the thoughts lingering inside my mind.

The rain starts to fall, first in drops,

Then like layered water falls.

Crossing my arms and walking fast the path,

The forest soaks itself in mist and a heavy bath.

These days feels like the dawn brings with it a new presence,

Something lurking just outside the corner of my vision.

A clap of thunder rumbled above the sky,

Rain seemed to get doubled and intensify.

My heart fluttered a bit out of fear,

A feeling that I strongly want to disappear.

I slow down my pace and began to look around,

Trees and trees everywhere with a heavy pouring sound.

Below a grove, I take some shed,

The pitter-patter finally comes to an end.

I see the sun coming out from the shadow,

Its light darting through the leaves of an old willow.

The land begins to smell like cinnamon, honey, mint and pine;

A sweet petrichor that is so hard to define.

Inhaling the pleasant earthy scent,

Begins to calm my anxiety with extreme content.

This moment helped me to detach myself from the bothers of life,

And this is how nature became my only friend, that made everything alright.