Nature Setting


Swaying on the decaying swing, my past slowly returns to me.

My tree house, swings and all, was my haven as a child.  It may even be called “my home in
nature.”

During the summer months I would sit for hours, gulping the sweet smell of our shrubs nearby
and watching the trees as they gently brushed the side of my nature home. The sun shone through
the sides on bright days.  On dreary days, the roof protected me from the rain.

Years later, I still return to my tree house every so often.  It appears to be somewhat smaller.  It
could be that I have just grown.

When I’m outside, I spend the time admiring the little, yet magnificent creations of life—the things
we normally take for granted.  Relaxing in my tree house, I escape from life—only thinking of things
apparent to me.  My mind clears when I am in nature, sorting and resolving all the questions in my
head.  

Some may say that I am too old to be “playing” in tree houses.  But you are never too old to take the
time to admire nature’s beauty.