Speak to my soul

The tip of her nose cutely twitched in the sunlight,

as she closed her eyes inhaling,

deeply breathing in the crisp air,

it filled her lungs,

sparking her insides and mind in an enlightening way,

the cold of the ground from winter past,

pressing itself against her legs,

she feels it rising,

from the depths inside her,

"renew me" she whisper to the empty forest around her,

cleanse my heart and soul,

ground my being,

remind me in this disrupted world,

that my possibilities are endless

Nature, it speaks to my soul