Long blades of grass gently sway as the wind caresses the land with gentle breathes. A brilliant blue dominates the sky, contrasting with the thin wisps of white cirrus clouds that meander from west to east. Under the regal sequoia trees, sits a young man catching respite from the suns scorching rays. The leafy mass of sequoias provides an umbrella of shade from the dreary heat. The young man sits still, his eyes closed, and his face composed like Siddhartha under the Bodhi tree in India. On the surface he is immobile like water transforming into ice, but his mind blazes like wildfire yearning for understanding and peace in the evolving world he resides in.
His long golden hair catches hold of the wind; he slowly opens his eyes and begins to look at his surrounding with awe, as if seeing for the first time. A smile dances to his lips as a young woman approaches and calls to him with a tender familiarity. “You feel it too?”
As she walks gracefully, her feet weaving a path through the grass like a doe, he begins to rise. Standing tall, his sinuous muscles snap back to their natural vivacity. He nods in reply. Feeling pensive and refreshed by the simple power nature holds, he strides out from the shade of the sequoias and greets her with a warm embrace.
The ancient sequoias dwarf them, their solid roots diving deep into the earth, their reddish brown trunks thick and their elegant limbs stretching overhead in a network of branches. The couple exchanges a few inaudible words and they begin to laugh, the mirth illuminating their eyes. Their hands gently reach out towards one another, naturally locking between the fingers. Their feet move in unison and they disappear from the rush of society, becoming absorbed by the vastness of nature. The sequoias remain, embodying nature with their existence.
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