I step into the warm texture of the sun, filling my lungs with the freshness of the wind releasing tensions of a suffering soul deep within with every exhale. Bare feet step onto the energy ripe and ready to bring life into seeds I sow and as homage is paid to those who paved a way for me, the soundtrack of life begins.

Swaying trees are the percussion, cicadas are the strings. Leaping squirrels dance across limbs while the birds bring it home with a heavenly song.

This is life.