In the arms of nature

The nature has its own ways,

To help you through your darkest days.

What was once a desperate and sleepless night,

Is now a peaceful morning, due to nature's might.

The cool morning breeze has blown away my blues,

What worry could be, now I had no clues.

Then came a new feeling of gratitude,

Accompanied by a very unintended 'touch wood'.

Next I heard the scented song of rain,

That I wanted to hear again and again.

And the pitter patter on the roof tiles,

Gave me nothing, but some sweet smiles.

Now I sit surrounded by the satisfying spot,

The touch of wind welcomes me, to join the plot.

It gently runs through my open and tangled hair,

Showing nothing else, but its affection and care.

In this play, I found something that calms me down,

Something that reminds me of my green and brown.