Hugging nature

I lay there in the Virgin spring sun

A vast vacant space surrounded me with so much green

The smell of earth and grass stabbed strongly through my nostrils

Instituting a stronger longing for a human-nature romance

I wished I could hug the earth

But I stared ahead instead

A giant brick-walled structure stood quietly among the woods

Although it’s high great windows seemed to communicate something indistinct

I pulled my eyes away when one window was flung open

I closed my eyes and I muttered a silent prayer to my creator

Grateful for the good weather

Which my cold heart and body had long longed to have

No one but me would be busking in the sun on a Monday morning

So everyone went by their daily businesses

A few people seldom crossed the empty field

Some pulling dogs on leashes

Others with baby strollers

Nevertheless I drowned deeper in prayer and thanks giving

The loud voices of school children piercing through the kindergarten fence

Serviced to bring my wandering thoughts to an interim halt

But I focused more energetically

Still thanking my Father in heaven

For the hottest sun so far that year

And on, I walked to a place I called home

Original piece by Comfort Ankunda