Tales of Nature

TALES OF NATURE

Seated by Our Oak Tree amidst a Verdant Vista of Nature

An Owl hoots and toots the Tune of Wisdom.

I travel down the clepsydra of time reminiscing

The Cherishing Talks and Walks we once had that

Blossomed my Burning Battle for Knowledge.

When we starred down at the wheatfield.

You’d talk of how the length of each stalk of wheat represents the demure struggle of our ancestors as they first met with nature to supply our basic need.

When rainy droplets of dew glisten down the lush ferns that surround us.

You’d talk of them as scarce drops of Mercy representing the scarcity of forgiveness and goodness in this self-centred world.

When our sunflower bed beautifully bloomed.

You’d talk of Math where its seeds would spiral from 2 to 3 and 3 to 5 and 5 to 8 thus nature and its mathematical architecture being beyond perfection.

When birds and squirrels and frogs and sloths all assembled up the Oak tree.

You’d talk of Peace and Unity as our world grapples to attain it when above us the spirit of peace prevails among the fauna.

When the soil we see turns dark and fertile.

You’d talk of the Cycle of Life and that we all return to Earth as a spirit frolicking with the earthworms, nematodes and fungi that rejoice in the mighty crust of soil.

Returning  back to reality.

Grandpa…how I miss thee!

I stare down at the soil where you reside where you maybe feasting with the Spirits of Nature.

I still think back to our winsome talks on nature which each tell us a charming story in this big illusion of life.