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Rated: 13+ · Book · Nature · #1439094

Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here.

NURTURE your NATURE

For my blog "Nurture your Nature"


Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it?

We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.

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"I guess that flowers aren't just used for big apologies I guess I should've been more conscious how you spoke to me"~ Lauren Spencer-Smith's Song Flowers

Let these lyrics inspire your entry today.


December's petals

With the colors of the rainbow let my heart speak,
with each hue of eternity's bloom repeat your name.

Roses come in all colors except blue. But lavender will do. The fragrance of Angel Face will make a doubter fall in love. And Oklahoma's petals give a name to its deep red hue.

A pink blush in front of a row house in early December once reminded me of you and banished the blues of autumn faced with the onslaught of winter.

But January came with a rush of snow and even the white rose wept before its frozen blows,
and became a ghost of friendship lost.

"I guess that flowers aren't just used for big apologies I guess I should've been more
conscious how you spoke to me"

I know that roses hide behind their thorns till summer. I know the melody that patience offers; but without your harmony I cannot sing.

Let me offer the yellow blooms of Goldielocks that fade beneath the searing sun,
or Tropicana that cheers us up with orange on cloudy days. No gloomy weather lasts forever.

Call me.
Call me by your name.

With the colors of the rainbow let my heart speak,
let each hue of eternity's bloom repeat the same.

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