Nature's Creativity

The red disc beneath the crimson sky coming out of the horizon kissing my naked face and inflaming my soul with love thus unfolding every mask off my face making me to visualise the originality anf the valley lost in the melodious call of a cuckoo who is searching for its mate.
The trees an epitome of endurance and strength selflessly continuing to serve mankind, the moon beams above the silvery thatch adding a gleamy texture of hope and happiness to life, the mountains watching everything in silence and hiding every secret in its bosom , the snow flakes hanging upon the nectarines and peacheswith the fine garden smell around.The sea waves hand in hand wearing a compassionate expression draping the tedious shores in diaphanous folds adding sunshine to the aura.
The fleecy clouds beyond the puffs of heaven incised in that hedge of darkness showering an unruly rain of mysteries and miracles promising nothing but a hue of horror making the atmosphere melancholic,barren and bare.It makes the evening grey and featurless with its wilful pranks,gusts of rage and sudden tears.The sky appears as if calling the earth to unite and the shadow of the trees continue to rest in the dephts of darkness leaving us on a boggy terrain filling our ambient vaccumm with a rioting invasion of rolling wave of plants ,piled up ,crested and ready to topple over the creek,to sweep every person out of his little existence.

Nature always bestows us with theheavenly gifts unmisted by love or dislike,but in this post modern eraman has become so much self -centered that his activities are trying to fade the beauty of the rose and a time will come when the gauntlet thorns willlike a sharp needle will pierce the heart of mother earth a nd the wounds will continue to bleed a nd as such
"Nature will lose its healing effect for ever and ever"....