in The City of Neoxian3 months ago

Wind, grass, and water bring peace.
The shake of the grass is telling us:
Here it is

Our mind is busy with fantasies
They are bubbles
Peace in nature is true
It is not a fantasy

The wind massages our souls gently
Touches us with true love
But sometimes we prefer fake love
From the smoke of toxic

Colors often manipulate our eyes.
But the true color is nature
The color of honesty
Not the color of conspiracy

The strands of pearls spread wide.
Dazzling the eyes that see
But it doesn't make our eyes blind
We can still see the other side.

Nature does not give limits.
Even if we go to the end of the horizon
We will see endless beauty
The endless peace