In the wide expanse of my imagination, I long to take you by the hand, lead you to wide open spaces, of sun soaked hikes and starlit skies. Of memories, of time gone by, or better yet, but harder still, time to come, and time to spend. In the wide expanse of my imagination. 📷: @samnichols.co
The network alive underground reveals / An interconnected community, / Soaking in every last drop of the sun. / Rooted to where they stand, alone, separate,/ But equal in value to birds, bees, and nature lovers alike. / Even now I smile at the work it takes/ To live and grow and thrive in the desert. / I pray your heart is filled with sweet memories,/ from nature’s quest of rugged resilience,/ To the quotidian quiet moments/ Sweet and true, and everything in between. / Wordsworth had his daffodils, why can’t you?
Prickly times. The sky is wide. Nature will survive. Spongy porous innards. Strong from root to tip. Here Forsythia’s blooming, there sweet petals fall. Break new dawn of social grooming, where we wave and hide. Hold fast, Godspeed, awake and sing, take your fears aside. Stay strong, unite, but from afar, keep moving your hearts and minds. Until that time, we know not when, a safer state we’ll find. And even though the world seems asunder, let’s in this new way keep reaching out — reach out to one another.
