Nature Gave Him Peace

One evening, my little son sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his face full of sadness. He wasn’t his usual cheerful self. His eczema had flared up again, and this time it was worse. His small legs were covered with red patches, dry skin, and scratch marks that had bled. It looked painful, and I could tell he was uncomfortable.

To make things worse, his father had just scolded him for scratching too much, and that made him even more upset. The poor boy was not only hurting physically but emotionally as well. His little heart was heavy, and I knew he needed some comfort something gentle, something that would make him feel safe and loved again.

I thought for a moment about what might help. Medicines and creams were important, of course, but they couldn’t heal his heart. I remembered how soothing nature can be how fresh air, sunlight, and the sights and sounds of the outdoors can bring peace even during tough times. So I gently picked him up, placed him in his stroller, and decided to take him for a walk.

We stepped out of the house and began to stroll through our leafy neighborhood. The evening air was calm, and the sky had started to turn golden with the setting sun. There was a soft breeze blowing, just enough to cool his irritated skin. The world outside felt peaceful, and I hoped that this small outing would lift his spirits.

As we walked slowly down the street, we came across a neighbor’s yard. It was full of life and color. We stopped for a while near a Palo Verde tree, its green bark glowing slightly in the soft sunlight. Bees buzzed around its small yellow flowers, and their gentle hum was calming. My son looked at them quietly, watching how they moved from one flower to another. It distracted him from his pain, even if only for a few minutes.

Next, we leaned closer to a rosemary bush. I gently rubbed a leaf between my fingers and brought it near his nose. He took a sniff. “It smells nice,” he whispered. Then, a little further along the path, we saw a row of rose bushes. Their petals were soft and colorful red, pink, white and the fragrance filled the air. We stood there for a while, breathing in the sweet smell of blooming roses.

As we continued walking, we heard the sweet sound of finches chirping. They were sitting high up on the rooftops, calling out to one another. Their songs were light and cheerful, and my son started to smile. I hadn’t seen that smile all day. It was a small smile, but it meant everything.

The golden sunlight warmed us gently. I could feel its soft touch on my son’s face and arms. His skin, although sore, seemed to welcome the warmth. The spring breeze passed by again, brushing softly against his cheeks and legs. It felt like nature itself was wrapping him in a soft hug.

As the sun began to go down, the crescent moon appeared in the sky. It looked beautiful and peaceful, shining gently above us. We stopped to admire it for a few moments.

Just then, a large bird soared high above a turkey vulture, gliding gracefully in wide circles. My son followed it with his eyes, amazed by how it moved without flapping its wings much. It was a calm and beautiful sight.

Near the end of our walk, we passed by a Chinese rain tree. Its pods had fallen to the ground, leaving behind small golden beads of dried sap—some call it "amber." We picked a few. They were smooth and pretty, like small treasures from nature.

After spending all that time outdoors, we slowly made our way back home. The world felt quieter now. My son looked relaxed, his face calm, his eyes less tired. He hadn’t cried once during the walk. Nature had worked its quiet magic. The bees, flowers, birds, breeze, and sunlight all had joined together to bring some peace to his little heart.

When we reached home, I gently carried him out of the stroller and gave him a soft hug. He leaned into me without saying a word, but I could feel the difference. He felt better not completely healed, but comforted. His legs were still sore, but his heart was lighter.

That evening reminded me of something Anne Frank once said:

“Nature brings comfort in all troubles.”

And it’s true. When words fail and medicine feels too slow, nature is there calm, kind, and always ready to help in its own quiet way.