If you are weary of the littleness of people and the wiles of despair and the repeated failures of the past,  then seek to know Nature clothed in all her splendid apparel. Observe her regal beauty and you shall be made whole.

Lift up your face to the ever constant moving sun and drink in its warmth which paints pale cheeks a rosy tan. Even the golden grains of wheat lift their heads to the sun and drink their fill. Follow the sinking ball of flames over the darkening horizon and you shall know its greatness, its vastness which only nature can fully reveal To humanity. The sun will teach you of faith.

Climb on to the open prairie and turn your face to the wind. The wild will toss your tangled locks in play and shall come in your wildest moments of dismay and tenderly wrap you in her warm embrace.

Encounter the gentle rain with its swift compassion. Its soft hands shall caress your bitter face and shall calm your trembling lips, brimming with scorn. The smell of the rain will cleanse and clear your savage thoughts. The rain shall teach you of love.

Observe the storm in its fury, untamed and yet, strangely gentle at times. The storm will teach you of humility.

Press your face to the wild flowers of the open fields and you will smell a fragrance of the ages long forgotten. See the tumbling river, heaving with laughter, rippling with quiet longing and drifting with unspoken wisdom beyond, always beyond.

Lie in the cool green shade of the meadows and the living earth will serve as a pillow for your head. Listen to the sweet songs of the Robin and the Meadowlark while the forgotten taste of honeysuckle moistens your lips.

Toil in the heat of the noon day sun until tiny rivulets of sweat drop to the earth. From dust we cometh and to dust we return. Seek to know these things and you shall be made whole.

Yu/stan/kema (written at age 17).