The First Glimpse of Mother Nature

The school days.

Walking down to school.

All along the road was indistinct, dusty footpath with some grassy patches. A few weeds, here and there.

A handful of tiny flowers smiling on small green plants. Colorful and friendly. Eager to hug you as you walk past them.

The scenario would go on changing month after month. The changes would bring sparkle to our eyes. Not even a change of tint would escape our notice! And we would enjoy those changes!

A variety of shady trees along the road.

The wind would gently brush past us, go high up through the branches of the trees, producing rustling sounds of the leaves. It was quite melodious to the ears.

We would look up. The top brances of the trees. High above them. The clouds. The vast, endless sky. The expanse of its blue colour.

We learnt to grow extremely sensitive to the surroundings. To the nature. To its diversified manifestations.

All that would fill our heart with rapture ineffable!

We would bow down to Mother Nature!

We had, thus, the first glimpse of Mother Nature, its beauty, its exuberance.