Nature

© Madison Whittington

Nature; the perfect blend of light and dark
When seeking solace enter the kingdom
Leaves dance like fairies across the sky
As they fall to the ground
Covering it like a blanket

Each blade of grass is like a memory
There are many
Some broken pieces to represent the tough times
Did they make it through the fire?
Trees provide shelter
A home for animals through the storms
They sacrifice their branches and leaves to keep them safe
While standing tall

The rain falls
Like gentle tears across the sky
Hitting the ground
Pitter-patter like a heartbeat

© Madison Whittington

I can hear the bird’s singing. I’ve always loved listening to them chirp. Each and every one of them has its own song, just like every person in the universe is different and has their own unique personality. I wonder, if you listened closely enough, could you understand what the birds are trying to say? Are they trying to tell us something? Maybe they’re angry or upset, or possibly just in a great mood; joyful and happy to be alive.

Music really begins in nature. Nature is music; a song in it’s purest form. It’s so simple, yet so beautiful at the same time. The birds are there to sing the melody. Depending on the time of day, a few gusts of wind may join in the song. Then there’s the steady breeze, like a soft whisper: a secret. You can hear the wind blowing against the leaves on the trees like chimes. The squirrels’ tiny little feet climbing up trees and along fences, and nibbling on acorns join in as well. Together, all the sounds of nature form a harmony. Life is a symphony.

© Madison Whittington

Sitting outside in the grass in my own backyard, I imagine myself inside my dream. I’m sitting in the center of a large, empty field. I am alone, beneath a large oak tree. There’s nothing here that can disturb me; it’s just me out here by myself. I can hear myself think when I’m here alone. It’s my favorite place to be. There are no distractions. I look down at the rough grass below me and see its many colors. I can see the different shades of brown and green. The earth is the color of the coffee I hear my dad grinding in the kitchen every morning from the coffee beans. I watch as a leaf falls from the ancient oak tree and slowly drifts to the ground. That’s the beauty of nature . . . it is always changing.

I believe...

© Madison Whittington

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." Marilyn Monroe said that. I really believe in what this quote says. It’s true, everything in life does happen for a reason. When you lose someone you really love, it’s tough, but in the end I believe that something good comes out of everything. Alexander Graham Bell said, "When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us." Putting the past behind us is important. It’s what allows us to move on and experience new things without having things from our past get in the way of our present success.