In conversation with Nature
Standing
atop a hill in our hometown, I was listening to the
wind. Adding beauty to it was the vision of wavering brown vastness of grass
with the crimson sun rays flowing on them abundantly. Winds are nature’s way of conversing with us,
don’t you think?
The early morning wind has a whiff
of freshness to it and the twilight breeze carries the day’s toil albeit with an
enchantment wrapped in it.
Stand in the middle of a paddy
field when you get a chance. There is this breeze which talks to you through
the rumblings of the lush green grass and mostly a lone tree wavering in its center.
Go to a beach and the sea roars at
you with the wind there. There is this constant swish in your ears which
lingers for a while even after you leave the seaside.
There is this mystery to the winds in
a sprawling estate. It comes from a distance brushing past the tallest of trees
and the smallest of shrubs.
The winds from the mountains are ominous
yet have a compelling vivaciousness to them.
Many a time nature plays Chinese whisper
with us with these winds. More often than not, we don’t understand what it is trying
to say and or is it meant to be so?
Sadly, the breeze in the city rarely
talks. Has it forgotten its language or is it us who have got too busy to lend
an ear?
Arun Babu.
Listening or rather vicariously experiencing the wind in its multifarious forms, through the dulcet flow of your words, is indeed enchanting.
ReplyDeleteYeah I too agree, my friend, Mother nature indeed talks to us enriching our hearts and souls. :)
First of all, lemme get my dictionary....secondly, thank you so much rb :) :)
ReplyDeleteTouching lines... I like the post very much!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for reading it...glad tht u liked :)
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