It could be the purple thistle,

Swaying left to right in the harsh winds, or perhaps 

The whispering voice of a fox in the depths of night.

It could be sweet sensation of winter’s spices lurking 

Throughout the crisp air.

It doesn’t have to be the Suttle ocean waves at 

Troon Beach,

Engulfing the golden sand below it.

It doesn’t have to be the scent of a clean cotton 

Candle, burning slowly throughout the night, 

Its flame never resting. 

Be curious about the beam of the sun,

Reflecting across the worlds atmosphere. 

Just pay attention to the little things around us,

Why are the planets spherical? Take notice of the 

Sound of the raindrops, slowly falling down towards Earth’s Surface, 

Pulling you away from the world, Mesmerising you.