Touching the nature

The idea of myself , being lonley , alone and ruminating on the banks of an unknown rivulet overpowers me. Sitting on such a bank , with my legs dipped over the surface of the flowing stream brings me close to mother nature.

Nature has been a source of perrinial inspiration over the ages for men and women. People weary of their lives , burned down by the chill of heart breaks , come over for a tryst with nature. The foliage,flora,fauna that makes the biosphere of the nature is opulent with life giving ambrosia.This incessant flow of ambrosia succours the perched soul of the timeless traveller in the path of life.

I am sitting idlly on such a bank ozzing with the life juice , my feet touching the stream, the smell of the grass and flowers envelops me , the setting Sun with the fading light peeping through the deep forest covers conjures up a secret rendezvous with myself and nature.

All my sorrow, tribulation and angst inflicted by this material world finds solace here . The benign touch of mother nature balms over my soul . I feel light. the gurgling brooks , are my books. The wild Doe is my friend. The cold breeze flowing over me kisses my body with utmost love.

This is a glimpse of the vast magnanimity of nature. I come close , talk to the birds , resonate to their tune and become joyful.