Nourishment, the winter garden
Cold breeze and warm morning sun
The pure simple pleasure of splitting wood
The crack of the axe and the smell of the walnut
Set free from the center of its core.
Exhilaration, upon breathing deep
From the effort and pleasure
Of a simple life well lived
Wanting and needing so little else
But for the harvest of nature’s gifts.
What more can I ask for?
The Lord is my Shepherd.
I want for nothing.