A gentle brook, where stones laugh, a melody of movement, murmuring over pebbles. Here, I find solace, a sanctuary of flowing thoughts, deep in the green, a burst of serenity.

Leaves spiral, a whirl of colors dancing for the winds, laughter turning to music, a chorus of nature. What stories they tell,! These branches, wild and free, a tapestry of existence.

Between the trees, a path unfolds, a secret road, a pilgrimage to peace, a place to breathe, a moment to embrace. Somewhere within, I leave the world behind, a figment of thought, yet grounded in being.

This is my prayer: a surrender, a union, with the elements, a Dadaist embrace of the absurd, of life, of life unbound.

• Alice Toklas