i take an early morning walk in the park, my self esteem having already been hurled to the ground. As I look up to get my bearings on turning the corner, I see these flowers- fairly large and many hued. Three of them seem to nod at me in the breeze while the others stand still. They say that there are those who care,those that are unmoving. I don't feel so low now as a lone squirrel darts across my path, perhaps reminding me that I have the power, not to crush, but of the power within. The power to love and be loved. The sweet smell of incense wafting out of a window, swirled by the breeze makes me take a deep breath. It cleans my lungs, cleanses my soul and quells my nascent anxiety. Who says nature is but passive scenery, a lifeless form?
