Cool grass moistens my skin as goose bumps rise.

I become mesmerized by our moon’s beauty.

Her mysterious luminosity and blotched exterior seems to obliterate any darkness engulfing my head.

Luna warms my soul and emerges tranquility.

As I fade into a lost stare, I discover comfort in the odds that another being is sharing this time with me to admire her.

This night is cloudless,

as is my current state of mind,

for all confusion has diminished.

Glimmering desolate specks scatter this magical space above.

I know them to represent that our world holds such immense complexity,

it is nearly simplistic.

Some of the elements composing these radiant spheres are inside of me as well.

This I find most wondrous.

I then come to realize how the volume of nature’s music has grown.

Hidden, mystical creatures buzz from the depths of the forest,

yet I do not even ponder their existence.

I simply allow these soothing sounds to flood my brain.

The whispering trees dance in the rejuvenating breeze,

and so I join them.

I begin to drift away on a narrow dirt trail,

winding within the dim, lively woods.

Lanky plants tickle the palms of my hands.

This path leads me to a pond I often visit.

The bustling of my feet causes bull frogs to hurriedly dive off the bank.

Mud squishes through my toes as I approach the water’s edge.

The pond’s surface is concealed by vibrant green dots,

yet it still manages to mirror her pearly glow.

I brush my fingertips along the moss’s chilled, silky texture.

I am one with all these astonishing forms of life surrounding me.

I am not merely existing; I am alive,

and I am at peace.