In the dryness of my mood, the cool breeze of the wood cools off my soul. The dirge of the giant bird lifts up my soul even in this my sole condition, and the eventual drops of the rain wipe off the tears in my eyes.
From the confidence of the sparrows, I draw my strength to stand against my sorrows, and from the flowing of the river, my spirit is rowing towards a greater hope.
Short of breath, I hear the wind blow the sinews of death past my breast and the attending coolness bids me congrats. And yet in my loneliness I ask, "Where is God?"
"Are you blind?" is the resounding response of Nature. Men may seem far away, but God is near everywhere around you.