The Opera of Nature


Autumn was about to take a break until next year, handing the stage over to spring. Colorful flowers and lush green newly borns seemed to cherish life. Eyes fell upon the remains of autumn; some dead, dried leaves and bushes hanging. How sad was the sight. Life doesn’t stop, does it? It doesn’t cease to end and begin. Though hard to adjust with these changes, this is the story of our world. A season that brings death to one might be the birth of another. Moments that bring end to a self bring life to another, newer self.   

There was a twist. It made me to see another aspect of the phenomena; to this grand opera of nature. 




A gale of wind; who would have expected it on such a warm day?  It was ruthless and brutal. Wooing around, enveloping everything, it shed off the dead stems and leaves off the trees and plants. It wasn’t pleasant to the skin neither did I like natures attitude with those dead bodies.  But the wooing wind seemed to look at me motherly and say,

 “I know what you don’t, grieve not”. 

Well, that was mother nature, I thought. The unkind enveloping now looked like a hug, shaking off the old memories off the trees so that they could move on. Yes, I thought, it is good for those bearing the dead and those beholding the sight of them. The dead are gone, having played their part. While wings of time have carried them away, they will soon get back for us too. Better get to work. Nature has its way of getting rid of that which can live no more. Thus, the cycle of life into death and vice versa goes on. 



~ Happy Spring

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