The seagull glides on the thermal current.
The plant embraces its beauty through the flower and colorful petals.
The mountain awaits still the changes of eons.
I sit in the middle and there is nothing.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to go to.
Nothing to worry about.
Nothing to suffer through.
The mind flies on the thermal currents with the seagull.
The eyes observe the beauty of the plants.
I feel the rock beneath myself.