There’s no doubt that we have a nature child, and I couldn’t be more delighted - for “Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.” In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
I hope that she continues to point to the birds as they fly, hoot with the morning dove as she sings, explore the earthen soil in accompaniment of the shy potato bug, pick flowers and rocks with in-discrimination - holding tight with white knuckled fists; determined to not lose such precious gems.
May she always be thankful for the sky – ever changing; the clouds, ebbing and flowing day to day; rocks polished by rivers and streams holding forth to grand ancient histories. May she treasure the moments of each day, lit by the sun and blanketed by the moon. May she climb mountains to fill her lungs with cleansed air, discover grandiose landscapes, and relish in the beauty of nature’s bounty – for she holds more wisdom than any textbook, and provides answers to the most complicated of questions.