Saturday, 14 January 2012

The Leaf said Amen

A leaf once wished
                  to be green
                  to be yellow
                  to fly
                  to dry
                  to allow a spider to make web
                  to give a cocoon its bed
                  to fall on someone's head
                  to be crushed before it's dead
                  to feel the wind
                  to get collected and kept in a book
                  to know an artist and a poet
                  to inspire
                  to make a tree bend
                  to reach a road's end
                  to be a flowers friend
                  to touch the moon and sun
                  to call itself fun
It was a lucky leaf after all
died and got most of the above all      

A Peek Inside

She is sitting in the sun. Winter times...and you love the golden warmth. Birds are dancing all around, from one tree to another. Fallen dry leaves somehow create music, to which her attention is caught. She enjoys the nature.
A bird flies near her and sits. She tells her about the music, the colour, the magic, the wind, the shine, the fragrance, all about the nature. Bird smiles to sing her the endless saga of nature.
                                        '' Rich green leaves
                                          Happy fresh air
                                          Sounds you hear
                                          Pure magic so near...
                                          ...It's earth my dear.''
Girl lost in these words open her eyes to see the bird fly away.
Happiness enters her, she feels the earth. She laughs and laughs. Her head enters a whirlpool.
She lies down and touches the sky.
She started crying and fell asleep. She had a dream. She saw a golden light turning red and then golden again. She saw purity, smoothness. She saw a feeling dancing madly. She saw innocence. She felt water all around. She saw a hand and she woke up.

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