Lessons From Nature

Upon His soul leaving the body it once rested in, a storm of atramentous clouds formed over the mountain top that we once stood upon like kings. Loss caused the quaking thunder to shake the foundation of my heart, and in the midst, lightning struck and severed a piece in the process. Leaving a gaping hole in the left center of my chest. I felt blistering wind chills. The murky clouds rained tears that crashed down like an avalanche. Burying me in its chilling sensation until I became numb to all. Yet, I still feel flesh wounds inflicted by life's tales of tragedy. Scars unmendable by any procedure except revival. But I won't hold my breath waiting for miracles. I viewed the world once inhabited by my beloved Father, it screamed of tremendous absence. One that drained my flowing bloodstream to shallowness. His soul deserted and left my world like a desert. Lacking water, the essence of life, it feels like a drought now that the tears have stopped and the nightmare of reality woke me up. That lightning bolt took a piece of my heart, but enlightened my mind. Lessons became illuminous and vivid like sunlight peeking through the clouds. He told me how jungles were a glimpse of the world. One must watch their back because of unknowns lingering in shadows. How the green is vast as compared to how many people possess envious traits. How you must watch the snakes that silently slither beside you. And how often things of blinding beauty can block enlightening light, the same way prestigious trees promote shade. Words of truly distinct wisdom flowed from His mind to his mouth, then to my ears like Niagara. Admirable and unforgettable. Encroaching my thoughts with acuity, but without admittance like angels sent down from heaven going unnoticed. Creeping into the depths of my mind revealing things pseudonymous like the ocean. Enlightening the pessimistic sharks that attack the potential beauty that lies within my mind. Illuminating creatures beneath its layers like the creativity and the mental blessings bestowed upon me that go unrecognized. How to dig deep within my heart, deeper than the grandest canyons, and give life to words without speaking. Deep enough for my heartbeats to create onomatopoeia out of white noise. Epitomizing the sounds of nature's musicians. While His beats have ceased to tremble and mine pulsates melodically, I remember Him as nature remembers Spring and Summer. Impossible to forget how its essence of life brought beauty to mine. m.n.i.w