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Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants freshly scented by the almighty sway over my head as I intrude into a different land a different world not the one I have known all along squirrels run up and down trees measuring them up chattering hopping randomly on gentle giants upon ground lie the dead fallen in storms long ago twisted like driftwood, in random patterns like seaside waves; yet not forgotten. elegant and serene in death protected by an umbrella of greens praying in whispers for departed souls it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese the flora and fauna in complete harmony wildflowers and fallen leaves crunch beneath my bare feet I breathe the forest air and close my eyes it's a feeling of being truly alive under nascent rays of the sun that creep through trees gentle and soft on the skin create calming variegated impressions on the ground I trudge along taking in fragrance of minty grass pampering my lungs and wonder why can't my world be as this why can't we learn to live in rhythm be at peace unify in diversity -pradeep
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
A DIFFERENT WORLD
Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants freshly scented by the almighty sway over my head as I intrude into a different land a different world not the one I have known all along squirrels run up and down trees measuring them up chattering hopping randomly on gentle giants upon ground lie the dead fallen in storms long ago twisted like driftwood, in random patterns like seaside waves; yet not forgotten. elegant and serene in death protected by an umbrella of greens praying in whispers for departed souls it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese the flora and fauna in complete harmony wildflowers and fallen leaves crunch beneath my bare feet I breathe the forest air and close my eyes it's a feeling of being truly alive under nascent rays of the sun that creep through trees gentle and soft on the skin create calming variegated impressions on the ground I trudge along taking in fragrance of minty grass pampering my lungs and wonder why can't my world be as this why can't we learn to live in rhythm be at peace unify in diversity -pradeep
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M/New Delhi, India
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
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