A Hug from Nature

Creative Writing by: Rosmalin Paulino

The subtle appearance of goosebumps appear on my skin as the cool noon breeze passes. Standing before the wire fence overlooking the vast area full of trees animals and insects. The distorted long scream of nature retreats and comes back louder. The once full vibrant branches of the palm trees, beautiful song of birds and honey bees, with beams of light coming down from the heavens. Now stand with dull wet branches swaying with the harsh wind. Listening to the stillness and pacific melody as tears come down from the angels up in heaven. The howl of the wind calms me as I look out into the canvas of nature as the painters alters the never-ending beauty.

When I was mourning, the winds breathed me back to life, when the world kept throwing me on the ground, the clouds were there to soothe me with the ever-lasting song of comfort. As people disappointed me over and over again, the vast land of wonder continued to support me. While I cried out for someone to love me, the trees opened their arms and held me. As the coldness and evil of the world started to drown me the sun was there to lend me light and love. The forest breathed me back to life and guided me when no one else could. It renewed, refreshed, and healed scars that were not visible.