Sorrow of this hidden world

When I grip my pen to write about this world, I constantly look around and figure out what exactly it is made up off, is it people who are exceptional from one another in various countries or captivating nature like a green grass having due-drops of morning, a sea which can show its glory when required or a waterfall flowing deep inside the chest of the earth to ponder some freshness or a flower which knows how to catch a breath of his beholder who sinks in the fragrance of its inception or may be some thoughts in my mind comes from watching the sky above which shows their ain't no limit to the depth of desires. A small world with lot of wonderful creations simply impeccable without any flaw to express the creator to be praised. A cloud floating in the sky like a cotton ball to teach that troubles in lives are just like those clouds who passes away with wind, troubles comes to make us understand the importance of life. Holding a flake of snow makes me wonder, out of all the three forms of water which is the most beautiful one and I get just one answer each one, each one of them are so distinct on its own, a vineyard so content in all colors to look like an admirable formation, two birds sitting together without any caste or religion, fishes in a pond carelessly swimming in the water to symbolize life, a butterfly having a very short life comes to this world to cherish its beauty, flocks of ducks floating with there quack quack sounds, autumn leaves rich in yellow and orange colors to bring us a  bright new start, first rain of the season to kiss the earth with the freshness of high spirit, I get less words to describe the beauty of nature that is so pure and content in itself.
When I was a child my dad used to take me to gardens to see the beauty of nature and  I used to look around and ask my dad where did those trees and flowers came from, and he used to tell me one day god decided to gift you something and he gave you everything so that you can admire them and preserve them, It was a strange answer though but I guess it was so right. When sun shines everyday with brightness to brighten each life, nobody cares to thank this wonderful creation. Even winds on this earth touches each one of us to give us a feel of togetherness, but man has always been disastrous and selfish. A river flows without conditions without any obstructions but man entangle himself into the world of envy where feeling of love is nowhere. Sorrow of this hidden world is just that he gives everything to mankind unconditionally but on the other edge the admiration it requires never comes out in form of peace and harmony rather its turning out to be devastation. 
Nature is the treasure with lot of jewels for us, preserve it, enrich it, conserve it so that the treasure remains with us forever.


Upasna Wilson
2rd March, 2011

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