Friday, 25 November 2016

Song of the Flower

Song of the Flower

Song of the Flower 

(Poem by XXIII by Khalil Gibran)

I am a kind word uttered and repeated

By the voice of Nature;

I am a star fallen from the

Blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements

With whom Winter conceived;

To whom Spring gave birth; I was

Reared in the lap of Summer and I

Slept in the bed of Autumn.


At dawn I unite with the breeze

To announce the coming of light;

At eventide I join the birds

In bidding the light farewell.


The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colors, and the air

Is scented with my fragrance.


As I embrace Slumber the eyes of

Night watch over me, and as I

Awaken I stare at the sun, which is

The only eye of the day.


I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

The voices of the birds, and dance

To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.


I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;

I am the last gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.


But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.

This is wisdom which man must learn.


Saturday, 19 November 2016

Beauty of autumn 2016

Beauty of autumn 2016

Every year at the end of Summer I reluctantly await the arrival of autumn as it is the prelude to the icy temperatures of winter. This is a time when nature’s green recedes giving way to brown and seeming decay. Daylight hours shorten, cooler temperatures prevail and sudden rainstorms with stronger winds sweep the earth. Fallen leaves and seeds amidst debris clutter the ground. Squirrels and other creatures that all summer long frolicked in the sun now finish up with their last minute shopping for nuts and other nutrients of earth stored in the safety of cosy, warm shelters made to withstand the toll of harsher elements.

It’s time for humans also to generally retreat indoors. Those diehards that wish to venture outside are now seen clad in sweaters and jackets. Despondency slowly creeps in to take hold; suddenly however, joy takes root in the heart and soul when nature dons the cloak of glorious hues of orange, yellow and burgundy. Autumn has its own brand of beauty that wins one over and instead, propels the heart and soul towards rejoicing and jubilation... Yes, we should all celebrate this magnificent transformation of nature, the glorious transition in seasons headed towards the endless cycle of renewal.

Below are some pictures depicting this glorious autumn change-over: