Nature

Once, while sitting on a field,I looked inside. I looked insidemyself, and saw Winter.I saw hills,towering white crystals.I saw childrenrolling down mounds of pearl pillowsand leaving angels on the paths. I looked inside,I did, and saw Spring.I saw gardens,fluttering daffodils of all colors,pastel wings in blue winds.I saw lipspressed and blended in nectary swirls. I…