And Spring emerged, all in her glorious beauty... bathed in the golden rays of a honey-textured sun! She said to Mother Nature, " Mother, I haven't felt this beautiful in a long long time! Have you seen the clear skies? And birds frolicking in their flights, unmindful of anything untoward? The air is so pure! Have you smelled the sultry aroma of an unblazed afternoon making love to the honeysuckles that have just reached their puberty? The water in the rivers and waterfalls are dancing away to the beats of the tiny insects that are preparing to make the soil fertile again! The fishes are kissing in the gentle waves of clean water, celebrating this new shot at life! Do you see the green pearl of the new leaves shining with your brilliance?
As a vermillion haze spreads over the entirety of the horizon with the fading sun dipping into the grip of your ribs, do you see those silhouettes of flying birds happily homebound to their young ones? Do you see how your wild children remember your promise and venture boldly into unchartered territories? See how those tiny ants engineer to build fortresses without being trampled by overburdened humanity?
Have you seen how beautiful your daughter looks at night? Her bosom studded with myriads of constellations with an occasional twinkle of colors, while the moon smiles a Cheshire? A solitary star falls to its death, a victim to its loneliness, while not a single man-made moving light dot her dusky face! Have you heard the ethereal chirping of millions of crickets, with occasional croaking of tiny toads, seemingly invisible to the eyes fatigued by dust, disease and death?
Do you see one of your children, a lone human, breathing in deeply your love, that has wafted into the air that is so pure now that he might feel love drunk?
What have you done Mother?
And while this incredible scene is unfolding, Mother, are you healing? Are your festering wounds filling up with the skin of new bounty?
Aah! It is a dream come to life, isn't it? And although this might not last forever, I am basking in my beauty, Mother, for I no longer want to be wrinkled and old, my youth buried under the heavy dust of humanity’s false magnificence. This, in itself is my gratitude!
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