by Maria Lisa Polegatto
I believe in the miracles of nature. They dance in the leaves of the trees, they swirl in the air like the butterflies, they soar to great heights like the birds up to heaven and return with the love that we need to take flight. They are all around us waiting to be seen, to be heard, to be felt by everyone. They love us all. They take no prisoners. They choose not one over the other. They exist within to the deepest parts of your soul.
I believe in the miracles of nature. They dance in the leaves of the trees, they swirl in the air like the butterflies, they soar to great heights like the birds up to heaven and return with the love that we need to take flight. They are all around us waiting to be seen, to be heard, to be felt by everyone. They love us all. They take no prisoners. They choose not one over the other. They exist within to the deepest parts of your soul.

Miracles Are All Around Us
You see, you are a miracle. Each and everyone of you. Miracles of life that springs from nature. And nature is our teacher, our guide, our mentor. It shows up everyday. It is patient with us. It is kind and humble. It waits for us. It loves us deeply. For it is within us. It lives for us and heals us inside and out. It speaks to us. It is in the air that we breathe. It is in the air that touches us, every one of us. It is the very essence of nature; the miracles that keep us alive and well. That feed us, our bodies, our soul, the magic, if you will, that sustains us and allows us to go forth and multiply.
It is in the rain that falls upon the grounds that allows the trees and plants to grow and feed us and it is that same rain that falls upon the forests to feed the animals and fills our lakes and oceans that supply us with the nutrients that heal us.
It is all around us. Sometimes we see it and sometimes we forget to stop and appreciate it. We forget that everything we create is created from nature, the very paper we write on, the furniture we sit on, the supplies we build our homes with. It all comes from the miracles of nature. But rest assured it waits for us with loving appreciation like a mother nurturing her child all through life. It matters not how old one grows, it only matters that we return the love for that is when the miracles of nature grow.
We Are All Part Of Nature
And when our lives are over, we return to nature, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and help others grow, and we renew again. For in death we live, our spirits flow among the trees, like the butterflies, we can soar to the heavens, like the birds and whisper sweet nothings in our loved ones ear. For although you cannot see it, we are but part of nature, just as the wind blows, we continue to flow.
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You see, you are a miracle. Each and everyone of you. Miracles of life that springs from nature. And nature is our teacher, our guide, our mentor. It shows up everyday. It is patient with us. It is kind and humble. It waits for us. It loves us deeply. For it is within us. It lives for us and heals us inside and out. It speaks to us. It is in the air that we breathe. It is in the air that touches us, every one of us. It is the very essence of nature; the miracles that keep us alive and well. That feed us, our bodies, our soul, the magic, if you will, that sustains us and allows us to go forth and multiply.
It is in the rain that falls upon the grounds that allows the trees and plants to grow and feed us and it is that same rain that falls upon the forests to feed the animals and fills our lakes and oceans that supply us with the nutrients that heal us.
It is all around us. Sometimes we see it and sometimes we forget to stop and appreciate it. We forget that everything we create is created from nature, the very paper we write on, the furniture we sit on, the supplies we build our homes with. It all comes from the miracles of nature. But rest assured it waits for us with loving appreciation like a mother nurturing her child all through life. It matters not how old one grows, it only matters that we return the love for that is when the miracles of nature grow.
We Are All Part Of Nature
And when our lives are over, we return to nature, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and help others grow, and we renew again. For in death we live, our spirits flow among the trees, like the butterflies, we can soar to the heavens, like the birds and whisper sweet nothings in our loved ones ear. For although you cannot see it, we are but part of nature, just as the wind blows, we continue to flow.
www.marialisapolegatto.com