MiracleGro? Grow...

The lake was a peaceful place to grow up.
Rain strumming on the grass; droplets forming on the screens of windows.
When you rolled down a car window, drops would splatter on your pant legs.
Even though it was chilly, the fresh air would wipe out any odor of industry.
The thrumming would put you to sleep or clear your mind.
If it was gentle, the patter on the leaves would combine with the sweet melody of the birds.
Harsh torrents were enough to send even the bravest of feral cat to hide under a stranger’s deck.
The common place was where Lake Anna would form, just northwest of the volleyball sand.
The trees around would be filled with critters, avoiding the rain, or just basking in it.
It was as if there was a watering hole, but not for the purpose of refreshment.
Call and answer. That was and is the way.
A bird twitters, another caws in return.
A neighbor in need of milk, walks through the gate of another, and is justly handed a half-gallon.
Someone needs support for troubles; all their friends coalesce for a benefit in their honor.
Or maybe when anyone at all doesn’t ask, others just know what they need.
The lesson of the bluff.
No one lives in one place forever. They move, paths of their soul, branching.
What leads us where and how, is unknown. We ask nature why and what….
But if we look and perceive what has been told to us for millennia, it’s simple.
Our lives are intertwined infinitely. Something you never knew is and always has been.
This is the meaning of us. We go, but always return.
In some semblance, we are always connected to home.
Home is where you love unconditionally.
Home is the center of happiness.
You stem from it, gathering strength.
We want to get away and fend for ourselves...
But it’s always there to give itself to us, whenever we need its embrace.