Pristine Pristine, the night presents while everyone sleeps, missing the light of the moon waning in the air of Spring speaking soft with the scent of dew and jasmine. Jealous of nothing, nature exists with ease free of stress or need to impress. Just the pure whir of life stirred by Love's will to sing or listen, guard its nest, or hunt its next meal. No critter eats with shame or guilt. Nature, simply always true to itself. ~ Korrine Holt p.s. May we attune to the Infinite