Green Nature

The window is ajar as I stop to see a leaf blow through on the gentle wind. Flies travel on their wings as trees are silhouetted by a weak sunshine. Summer is not yet in full bloom, but each day progresses quickly. I want to step outside and feel the cold paving stones engulf the pads of my bare feet. The wildlife calls me from nature and I will return the invite with a gesture of exceptance. The breeze does not caress with warmth, but I am to be amongst the greens and browns of a garden. I glimpse at the shed not far away, with its new coats of potent varnish. It has yet to be a place where new flowers grow, but it will and the insects will soon have new homes in a place with a beautiful lawn of fresh grass and daisies.