This fragile beauty,
this fragile beauty of flowers and plants,
these delicate wonders beside the water,
how the light gently falls upon them,
and how sombre the shadows,
the shadows that the sun does cast,
and how powerful the sun,
and how beautiful the light that sparkles upon the water,
and how gloriously the light that reflects upon the leaves,
the leaves that are nourished by the sun,
and how incredible the gentility,
and the fragrance,
that from the flowers in the grass does come,
and in the gentle breeze I walk with ease,
taking my time and I enter the water,
and I feel the coolness hit my skin,
and the water,
it diffuses the heat in the middle of the day,
in the burning sun,
and how great the feeling,
swimming amongst natures finery,
alone,
but not alone adrift from the chaos of life,
adrift but the happiest that I can ever be,
far from the madding crowds,
far from the villages,
far from the cities and the towns,
swimming, swimming around, gloriously free,
and so relaxed,
like the leaves upon the plants and the leaves upon the trees,
and here,
here I am me,
truly me,
relaxing under the sky and the clouds,
as the birds sing happily,
and the birds and I, we are both happy,
both happy in nature,
and we, in the majesty of nature together are as one,
and that is as glorious and heavenly,
and as majestic as it can be,
and how glorious it is to be,
surrounded by nature and with nature as one,
and the beauty of nature filling my memories.
