The sky a canvas, blue and alive, a patchwork of clouds, stray thoughts drifting, as the sun stretches, widening its golden embrace.

Mountains stand firm, ancient giants, earthing their strength, while rivers laugh over rocks, a song of persistence flowing ever onward.

Nature teaches, never learned, a language reborn each season, a letter, a leaf, a vibrant proof of celestial design, whispering of eternity.

Let me be quiet here, in this serene cauldron, and weave my dreams into the air, a tapestry of nature, a Dadaist crescendo of wild abandon, a tribute to existence.

• Alice Toklas