Energy

My eyes move, back and forth as the leaves sway to the breeze, appreciating observation's primitive nature, relishing the energy. My palms trace a path as the bark announces its age, responding to a feeling often deprived, relishing the energy. My nose leads away as the flowers relieve themselves, secreting affection against attention, relishing the energy. My ears wake again as the birds call upon their flocks, chirping notes to remedy the current-less silence relishing the energy. My heart recovers parts as nature renews belonging, waving toward, to welcome relishing the energy.