loving the feel of nature

I must have been an Indian in another life for I see the Great Father in the clouds I hear him in the trees, loving the way he makes the cottonwood leaves twinkle and flutter in silver and gray prettiness I give thanks to him staring into a cumulus cloud fluffy as a cotton ball, unmoving and serious it makes me laugh if my feet worked like they used to, I would twirl around and around staring into the sky loving the feel of nature as it silently watches there is so much to appreciate and adore in the world yellow daffodils, aromatic lilacs, fuzzy mosses, big juicy red tomatoes I spin a tiny bit for I cannot not spin….