Why Do I Write?
Why do I write? Birds chirping, wind blowing and nature all around. The air is hot, but the wind keeps us perfectly cool. Awe, bliss. As the soft, godly air surrounds my flowing body, my feet stand planted on the ground. Energy rising up from my toes through my fingertips, i gaze up. I gaze to the long and large Poplar trees above me. The sun light reflecting through the pattering, rustling leaves. Light green shadows dance upon the sky. The warm air that skates across the top of my skin, and the fresh breeze inhaled within my nose, lungs, and mind - reminds me of the wonder and synergy on God's earth. The dear plants and leaves that surround us inhale the Carbon Dioxide we exhale, and so divinely exhale the Oxygen we must inhale to live. Fresh air flows through my blood cells openin...