NATURE: FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Look around yourself what do you see? The tall buildings, The speeding cars, The busy life?

Take a deep breath, and look again, and this time “observe”. Observe, praise the beauty that you always tend to ignore, listen to the song the birds are singing that get lost in the loudness of the fast moving world, feel the gentle breeze that kiss your cheeks, for a moment just “observe”.

Observe Mother Nature.

If we could comprehend the Nature’s mighty secret, we could unravel wonders.

Nature, herself has been a matter of great wonders and surprising but beautiful events that never fail to perplex the human mind. We could simply resign with acceptance that nature works in mysterious way or we could dig a bit deeper and learn how she does it.

I look at the trees around and admire their stillness,  I look at the sun and envy its selflessness, for it hides under the darkness at night to let the moon shine.

For once, if only, we don’t just look at the nature’s beauty but see what she beholds. A dancing peacock is not just a beauty to the eyes but it’s an emblem of living your life in the moment and admiring the rain while others struggle for a shade. For life is too short to miss a moment of joy when you have it. A flower that blooms only during a season permitted to her, the flower is much more than the excitement we get just by a glimpse of it. If we see her more often we will acknowledge how beautiful the result of patience and acceptance is, she waited for her chance to bloom and accepted her fate to peek once a year. The butterflies, drifting from one flower to another, we look at them and admire their beauty, if only we could see how she flips her wings, drifting around unaware of her beauty and not envious of the flowers she meets. If you ever feel lost, or down just stop for a moment see the flowers, the butterflies, they will teach you how to love yourself, they will teach you the beauty of acceptance and patience.

‘Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience’

When it pours from the dark clouds, we look at the rain drops, what we don’t see is how she is a touch of love from the sky to the Earth, how she touches the earth and gives it a beautiful aura, what we don’t see is the celebration of love between the sky and the Earth, the songs of the rain are unheard by all, if only we could  for once see the love of the land towards the sky and listen how the rain celebrates their love by pouring upon us singing a song of their immortal love. If you never believe anything else for the rest of your life, believe that love is real, like that of the sky and the Earth and that a wandering heart like the drops of the rain is never lost.

I envy the harmony of nature, the huge mountains subduing their pride and making path for the river to flow, the trees of the forests holding on tight to the mud underneath them. Imagine how far we could go with this harmony, if only we, humans could interpret what nature has to offer us, if only we could think of this harmony when we destroy the nature for our own good, if only we had the eyes to see, to learn, to listen what the nature beholds.

Cactus flowers grow and live so bravely, they remind me that the world may be harsh and unforgiving but still I can choose to bloom.

                                         “Of noble nature, of the gloomy days,                                                                                                                             Of all the unhealthy and o’er darkened ways                                                                                                               Made for our searching: yes in spite of all,                                                                                                                    Some shape of beauty moves away the pall                                                                                                                  From our darkened spirits. Such the sun, the moon,                                                                                                      Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon.” ~ John keats

                                                                                                                                                        

There are flowers that only bloom for the moon and how beautiful is it knowing good things can grow in darkness.

To say that one’s intellect is by absorbing the knowledge from the books written on the dead remains of the trees, is not all that one need for a future with a healthy society. One must and one should learn from nature, for she instills something that is more valuable than the sheer inscriptions on the paper.