With each new day nature offers us endless beauty shows…

Who has not seen the wonder of a shining dewdrop, reflecting the sunlight?

A simple spider web and its perfect engeneering…

The green grass… the awkward gait of a Rufous Hornero, just at dawn…

A dry leaf dancing in the air foreshadowing winter…

The indigo sky with soft white strokes like cotton clouds.

The dusk, when the sun says goodbye leaving traces in various golden tones as if it were melted gold, lightly spreaded by invisible hands…

The full moon reflected in a peaceful lake, lokking like a large liquid mirror…

The singing of the wind in the foliage of the tree, as a soft melody, invinting you to dream…

The look of a lonely dog, asking for company…

The swaying of a willow tree, remembering outstretched hands on the banks of rivers and lakes, as if to protect them…

The coming and going of the waves, caressing the warm sand of the beaches as if trying to soften the heat…

The smell of the bush, after the rain…

The crystal clear water of the rivers that flow through the mountains, as if they were veins carrying life.

The innocent smile on the child´s face, asking for support and protection.

 The footprints of a farmer on the dusty roads leading to the fields…

The horse´s gallop showing off its freedom…

The opening and closing of the butterfly´s wings over the flower, the swallow bird doing acrobatics in the air, the lonely heron lurking for food.

The affectionate embrace of a friend. The ridged face of the elder, who does not fear old age because he knows that it does not reach the Spirit. The callused hands of the worker…

The night embroidered with stars showing us the greatness of the infinite Universe… A drop of water on the petal of a rose, reflecting so many other roses…

The patter of rain on the roof… The drip singing in the gutter…

The secular araucaria, with its branches spread out, threshing the pines to satisfy the hunger of the birds with its fruits.

The cricketing of the cricket, the croaking of the frog, the hooting of the owl announcing itself in the silent night.

The melodious sound of the keyboard extracted by skilled hands.

The harmony of colors in the flowery corners of streets and squares…

The day, which every dawn renews the invitation for us to live in harmony, imitating nature.

These and many other beauties are the discreet presence of God in the nature that surrounds us, saying that we are also His creautures and that we are part of this wonderful Universe, and, above all, we are heirs of this same Universe, as children of the Creator that we all are.

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The contemplation of nature undoubtedly offers man ineffable charms. In the organization of beings the unceasing movement of the atoms that compose them is discovered, as well as the constant and operative exchange between all things.

Fair is our admiration for everything that lives on the Earth´s surface.

Spiritist Moment Team, with final thought taken from
the book Deus na natureza, by Camille Flammarion,
publisher FEB.
May, 6.2020.