I wonder here sitting as a lonely soul,
Which brand of magical brush in mother nature's hand,
Vibrant greens, vermillion reds Cerulean blue with a touch of blush,
Trees painted and blooms washed with sky in foreground with floating clouds,
When I look at the distant scene,
With hills forming a wall around,
Nature has made them to fade away brushing with a purplish hue when sun arrives,
Soon they turn to a darker shade
Enhancing the brightness of the foreground sky,
Gazing at the horizon with sqeezing eyes
Concrete giants make a humble sight
The coconut tree of unreachable height
mere a fern standing at the horizon sight!
The greatest teacher I respect ,
Mother nature who reminds us all
Everything has to be taken with a pinch of salt,
Permanence has its limits marked,
Absolute truth can be a fake no doubt,
When taken with perspective, relativity and changing time!

Photo credit; Evgeni Tcherkasski