The sun is bright, not painful or startlingly bright but beautiful and freeing. It is shining on our eyes, our bodies are sparkling. We are in our prime and we would not give up this moment in the grass for anything. The bugs are crawling up my skin, I do not push them or injure them. I put them on to my hand and give them back their home. The dirt under my feet is soft and warm, it is right. The grass has never looked greener, not even on the other side. It is this life that I want to live, these are the moments that I want to remember. Mother Earth is whispering in my ear, she knows what I am thinking and I hear what she is saying. She is telling me to take in all of her, for she knows that I rarely appreciate her beauty as much as I should. She coos in to my ear, her voice melodic and genuine, “I am yours. You are mine. We are equal. You will use me and I will allow it, but that is because I know you would help. They will use me until I have nothing left.” I look at the souls around me. They are genuine. They are beautiful. The earth is whispering to them as well. Looking at this sky in this moment, I forget about you. I am in touch with the Earth, she is touching me. Breath on my neck, warm sunlight on my shoulders, dirt on my feet, bugs on my skin. I am home. I am bare, stripped of what this world has just begun to offer. I am back in a time that I have never been before but I feel comfortable. I have nothing, I want nothing, I am nothing. Simplicity is all my life revolves around I will grow from it. I am a plant in this earth, I will grow and develop as the sun and rain allow me too. Happiness and sadness will teach me. I will blossom.