The view

Just to look at lavender flowers' colour is therapy, just to smell that lemon grass is enough, just to feel chamomille sink deep into your skin is all you need, just to get a taste of the pineapple mint is everything. 

Why then, do you stoop yourself, a level lower to run to a tablets shop for any and all hiccups when you can run to mother nature's babies in your yard? How do you set that home up for emergencies, with only a first aid kit full of blades and cloth cut outs when the real trauma stoppers, so tender to the body and pure, can be only a sprig away? 

Its that time to dig out that window view, one with the life guards that are in those miniature shy creepers, sitting pretty but really, waiting to elevate you back when that dark hour tries to steal goodness out of you.