Mother Natures Muse

Rust
Peeling paint
Weathered wood
And moss,
Oh how I love a mossed rock or old rusted horseshoe

I have always loved decay
It is nature’s art left there for folks like me
Many say they bring to mind
The things that time’s forgotten
But I see it the other way
The opposite
For every visit to a favorite piece
Brings a new work of art

Mother Nature does not forget
The things that we have discarded
She incorporates them into her muse
And works on them constantly

We should look at ourselves the same way
Every wrinkle that appears on our face
Is another brushstroke on
The canvas of our soul