Peace

Wandering aimlessly, through the waist-high grasses of Nature's outback, I watch as a breeze, heavy with the scent of faraway gum trees, sends the grass tips into an excited wave to the world in general. On the breeze, I hear muted voices. Voices, which seem to be murmuring the same happy song. The delighted song the birds sing at the beginning of an eventful spring. Pausing, I take in the brilliance of colours that wild flowers give to a world made mostly of greens, browns and blues. A dart of movement attracts my attention. It is a young rabbit emerging to collect the day's supply of grass seeds, nuts and berries. Out here, in the wild, is the feeling of isolation. The press of remoteness. The sound of tranquility. Out here in the open, is Peace.
Standing here quietly, I am overcome with the fairytale feeling that I am the only person in the entire world. A feeling of being at one with the beauty of Nature. The satisfying feel of pure health. Regarding the wonder of Mother Nature, I feel the unerring love that she has for all living things. There is the presence of an easy quietness that goes hand-in-hand with her love. A special love that envelopes me in a warm, comforting blanket, that is to help ward away the bitter taste and sour memory of humanity. A blanket, made of Peace.
The remoteness and bliss of my new world, combines with Nature's love, to tear away these last few shreds of memory. It guards me against the horrific noise, the masses of people, the dirt and grime, the sicknesses and diseases, the pain of loss, the discontentment, the hate for all things that surround humanity. All of this, gone. Blown away by the sweet, loving breath known only to Mother Nature. The nervous shaking of my body and mind, soothed by the soft, caressing hands of nurished grasses. The blackness surrounding my heart is lightened with the beautiful song of the outback's birds. Once again I have relaxed. I am again contented. Once more, I am at Peace.
The world seemed to stop then. The birds hushed, the grasses stilled. I longed to stop as well. It was then that I knew. The knowledge came, yet I remained content. The rest of the world was moving forward. Before it progressed too far however, I must show the rest of humanity who Mother Nature is. I must go back and teach what I now know is true. To convince them to give in to the need the precious security blanket, that Mother Nature has delicately woven. A blanket that, until now, humanity scoffed at and threw into a chest with a large lock. The same chest that their childhood memories are kept in. Memories of a better world. Memories of delight at the simplest things. Such as newly hatched birds and budding flowers.
I must teach them to recognise that heaven does exist. It exists in new-born babies, favourite pets. Not just in winning a court-case or being elected as President. I must teach humanity to realise that learning and knowing about love is more important than who you are working for. They must know that to live without love is not to have lived at all. There is life beyond humanity. I can't show them where. That is their job. I can, however, teach them all, what Mother Nature had never intended we forget. To love and live healthily.

Most importantly, I must show them...Peace.

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