Grounding

I can smell the scent of meadow flowers and hear the sound of the wind as it weaves through the treetops and plays with the blades of grass. The sun's rays paint their shaky shadows on the ground. Using the landscape of my heart, I have brought a sense of safety and security to an abandoned reservoir where nature finds its way between concrete panels. It is no longer cold and raw, but provides a refuge, giving one the opportunity to just let their thoughts flow, to ground oneself.