• Author B. D. West



A ride through the country side

How it helps to clear a troubled mind.

What is it about the grass and the trees?

That helps you to forget the mountain of fees?

What is it about the forest and the clouds?

That lifts the blues, as if giving relief from a heavy shroud.

Nature is medicine to my soul.

Mothers milk when troubles become tiresome and old.

A gentle summer breeze.

My feet in the creek, to me, you’ll never know what that means.

When my heart becomes too heavy to bear.

It is nature that will always be there.

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