Nature Is A Wonderful Thing

Nature is a wonderful thing. It is so elegant in its simplicity; so bold in its generosity. After all, it has sacrificed so much for us. But it never seems to tarnish in its grandeur. 

It has a certain nostalgic resonance about it. It can bring back old, once-forgotten memories of nights spent gazing among its stars. Or it can be the catalyst in which new memories are made. Nature has always been a witness to our becoming. Yet it has also become a victim in our hit-and-run-like scheme. Our usage of its life, of its property, has made the once-wonder into a decaying figurine which we all stand by and watch. 

There are those who choose to help out in whatever ways they can, and  others whom skeptically call them "tree-huggers".

No matter what, nature has been a nurse towards our kind. 

It has let us live inside its womb, it has given us air, it has given us water, it has given us our necessities. Thats why we call it 'Mother Nature'. But that has not been enough for us. We have always wanted more, and in order to obtain our excess-ities, nature had to play the sacrilege sheep. However, this isn't a play in which the curtains close and it can all be taken off. The everlasting effects, are as stated...everlasting. 

 

When being described as having your 'head in the clouds', in some contrast, it has a negative connotation. Yet, who doesn't ever have their 'head in the clouds'? Who never dreams of what the world may have in store for them? What is so wrong in dreaming...

I never considered that statement as being negative in any way, shape, or form. I always took it as a compliment; realizing one is  part of something larger than oneself has always been an extravagant, feet-on-the-ground, experience. 

The clouds, although above Earth's surface, do carry a simplistic beauty with them. At times, they can be turned into diving dolphins, gasping for their sea-water; at other times they can be captured as being a hand signal in which we may correlate to hatred or love. 

The same scenario stands for being 'grounded'. "How do you keep your self grounded?" 

You can say, although my head is almost always ' in the clouds', I'm always reassured that there is dirt beneath my feet. I occasionally kick a few pebbles on my evening walk, 

daudle in a few puddles, and whisper to the winds that tickle my throat. 

I wince at the sun, in it's bright, early morning call, and I smile at the first glance of a crescent moon in the afternoon. Although I do not wait daily for these to occur, they happen. Day after day, evening after evening, night after night. These majestic habits in which the sun seems to remind the moon that it will be back in just a few short hours, begin and end my day. And at times, when the shadow of lonesome tends to abruptly take advantage, those habitual reminders appear, not only reminding the stars, the sun, or the moon, but also me. That is how I know I'm grounded. 

 

See, nature is not just under us or beside us. It is surrounding us. No matter how many buildings/skyscrapers are put up, no matter how many floors between the ground and the penthouse there are constructed, no matter how many miles it takes to reach the shore lines from the front porch you were standing on a few hours before, nature is found between every sidewalk crack, next to or on top of every window sill, and beneath every toe in the sand. Nature is a wonderful thing.