Nature inspires me to write the fiction of my world, from the crisp clean morning air. To the sing-song melody of birds, chirping in the trees. Or when the sun is boiling hot and sparks a flame that rages into a fire for not apparent reason, killing everything in its path and renewing just the same. Like an innocence drop of water that turns into a gentle sprinkle that blows into a torrential down pour, flowing so fast turning dry creeks and rivers into killers that can take down large objects in its wake. Or large fluffy flakes of snow that blankets the ground that could turn into a blinding blizzard or an ice storm leaving its freezing destruction behind. That’s just a few simple descriptions of nature, but look around and be amazed at the wonder of it all and gather it in like a bouquet of fresh flowers.