Nature

Nature—it is everywhere.

Sitting on this park bench with nobody near to talk with and no loud cars like on a downtown street. The sounds i hear are of the sprinkler system watering the grass to make it grow. If you listen close enough you can actually hear it growing. I can see and hear the birds talking to each other. I see the breeze blowing and rustling the leaves in the trees.

There was a time when I would take all of the beauty of nature for granted. I didn't pay attention to the birds, the trees, or the soft ripple in the pond. It used to be i only cared about the things directly around me—God, family, friends, school. Something changed that: the death of my mother.

It made me realize that things do not always last forever and that we can't take nature, or people, or anything for granted. We were very close, my mother and I, but I did not realize how much she meant to me until she was gone.

Nature is very important—the peace, the quiet. Maybe that is why we bury people in the ground—so that they are with God's most prized creations, and they have the solitude they need to rest in peace.