A Return to Nature

So I've been gone since Wednesday at girls camp. We went up to Lyman Lake and it was amazing.
Needless to say, I have grown so much and grown so much closer to all the Young Women in the ward.

While I was up there my inspiration for poems began to spark again and I wrote several new ones. I hope you all enjoy. . . .

What Power?

7/14/11

What power could be strong enough

To tip the mighty tree?

What power could be large enough

To create the raging sea?

What power could be calm enough

To whisper in the breeze?

What power could be small enough

To know me personally?

One power, only, can be strong enough

To tip the mighty tree.

One power, only, can be large enough

To create the raging sea.

One power, only, can be calm enough

To whisper in the breeze.

One power, only, can be small enough

to know me personally.

The one and only power,

That knows just you and me

The only power that I know,

Is that of Christ the Lord.

Wonders Never Cease

7/15/11

The water’s tickling at my toes

The wind is tripping through my hair

The sun is kissing at my face

Will wonders never cease?

Laughter tinkles in my ears

Smiles on faces light my smile
Words are coming to my mind

Do wonders never cease?

Wonders never cease

A new one comes each day

The smile on my mother’s face

The laughter of my friends

Each one a wonder

Each one a joy

Each wonder new

Each wonder lovely

Each smile a ray of sunshine.

One Drop

7/13/11

One drop of water

Can complete a mist

One drop of water

Can cause a stream to overflow

One drop of water

Can cause the lake to rise

One drop of water

Can change a life

One drop of water

Can make the difference

If something that small

Can make the difference,

What can I do?

The reason this post is called A Return to Nature is because I literally had a return to nature. I haven't been in nature for so long. It just reminded me how beautiful a simple tree is in the right situations. One night we went out on the lake after a rain. There was a beautiful mist on the lake. It was so pretty. Then as I was out in nature again I began to see how truly beautiful it is. If You don't know what I'm talking about, go out in nature more. But it truly was beautiful. Gorgeous,divine, Godly, lovely. There are not enough adjective in the world to describe it.

Cry

I finished a book today. I know all of you that know me are looking at your computer screen and your eyes have rolled up inside your head and your thinking to yourself, in the most sarcastic voice ever, "She finished a book! Amazing. She did that yesterday too." or something along those lines. But really and truly this book made me think, and it made me cry.

I don't often cry when reading books. I'm not an emotional reader. But more recently I've compiled a list of books that have actually made me cry. It's an impressive 5 books, but still. The five books are: Firefly Lane (not recommended for people under the age of 14 and not at all for boys), A Walk to Remember (ditto), Where the Red Fern Grows, Hunger Games, and The Last Song (Again, ditto). These books, out of any others I can remember have made me cry.

Quite honestly, as I have said before, I don't cry while I read books. I don't make any show of emotion most of the time. So when these books made me cry, you'd see why this is odd. As I pondered the nature of each of these books they carry one aspect that makes them the book they are. This aspect is that of the fact that a character dies. Whether it's a dog, a father, mother, friend, wife, husband, etc. Somebody dies. It isn't exactly the fact that the person dies it's the reactions of the family and friends.

The family and friends are always cut up because the person that died has been and integral part of there life. The saddest part of these books is that they have to move on and that's definitely the hardest part. And they have to do it without that special person by there side. That's what makes me cry.

In three of these books the cause of death is cancer. I have never lost anybody really close to me to cancer. True, Madey did die of Cancer, but I didn't know her very well. I know Hillary better. But to me I can't even imagine seeing a loved one go through all the pain that cancer and its treatment could cause. I can't imagine seeing my loved one's body slowly deteriorating. it seems so tough to me. That and the death itself. to realize that that special person is no longer a member of your family. That you will never see them again, or in a Latter-Day-Saint's case, until the Eternities, Would be so difficult. How could you go on? But I've seen the Slaughter family move on. It is utterly amazing to me.

I guess you are wondering what the point of this post is. Well there isn't a very distinct point. It's more a conglomeration of ideas and thoughts. though, you do know a little bit about books and me.