dew saturated grass

A morning where a dew saturated grass beckons one to kneel and share in its wetness. Where nakedness is the only way to absorb the freshness of a morning cloudy. Where feeling part of all things natural is a given and a must. Where the sounds and textures of a materialistic man-made existence are left to slumber for a little while longer, before it swallows one and tries to part us from Mother Nature.

Mother Nature - How Beautiful She is in Her Creation.
RB.