The wetness of the grass
the coldness of the air
the moisture on my nose
speaks to me.

The radiance of the daisies
the cushiness of the moss
the darkness of the bark
speaks to me.

The peaking of the sun
the light grey clouds
the shimmering light
speaks to me.

The evergreen potion
the glistening dewdrops
the dripping rain
speaks to me.

And my heart soars.