I believe in every walk with Nature, one receives far more than he seeks. And so, I made my way through with a mind to mount up to the purest sky. Were I a cloud, would attempt to sweep through mystic thread of life; listen to hushed murmurs of water, for its by no means a waste of time. ‘The world is hard and cruel’ as such was written upon arched sky, give thanks for what you are — and keep fighting for what you’d want to be tomorrow. I breathe in good thoughts skipping across a placid pond. The sky above was clear — as though gleaming crystal — the air around me spoke in a tone both hushed and sweet. The atmosphere soon filled the heart with delight. I think I may have discovered some hidden secrets of life.
mingling with emotion
a waltz with nature.
Photo credits: Nautica Lake in K.L
Posted for Haibun Monday @ dVerse Pub
For my prompt ‘A photograph is but a memory in raw format’ on
Friday 26th August at 8 am EDT.
Posted for poems written on Prompt Nights