Last night I slept on moss beneath the budding, blooming trees, alongside the buzzing bees, (and right next to me were car motors whirring, but this did not even bother me because I was in a faerie reverie); I had entered the Wonderland of Possibilities! I could taste magic on the tip of my tongue and spy sparkles where my eyes would wander... I wasn't even in my head this time, not drug misuse nor imagination abuse. My senses were alive, creativity heightened— God's gift of Mother Nature: She who never fails to inspire by my merely sitting upon her flowered bosom and awaiting all that is true to spill forth from my own being as I remember our deep connection and bloom with the trees, breathe in the breeze, and relax back into the Divinity I had forgotten.