Morning comes again.
As her rays blanket me in honey, I can't help remembering the last time I felt sweet.
Bringing me back to when I was a babe.
When my only worry was when I'd next receive the nectar from mother.
My old home.
Birds gossip, bees hum and their bass awakens my soul; reminding me to rise again.
Nature teaches us things we should never forget.
Nature doesn't worry about what tomorrow will bring.
Whether the sun will rise.
Whether the flowers produce pollen.
What phase the moon is in.
Harmony.
Symphony.
When the key changes, the instruments play to it.
Since we humans are part of nature itself, perhaps we need to be restrung.
