Green revives me.
Whenever I am depleted, something instinctive and knowing pulls me towards the gentle, yet enlivened greenery all around. Its hue and life quiets my racing mind until I slow and steady. It reawakens something still and familiar and safe. And with a hush of calm, it pacifies the rapid-fire nature of ideas and things and obligatory notions.
In hours, days, weeks or months that press upon me as though they were a long, outstretched trail weaving in and out of wooded everglades without ever an end to reach, the greens along the path never fail to grant me a wish- a respite of tranquility that soothes each step of exhaled cares and accompanies me as I breathe in light again.