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Nature’s beauty
Nature’s beauty
“Nature’s beauty is truly dazzling”, I wonder, as I wander around nature’s glories in my garden, on a vivid summery morning.
It is awe-inspiring; as beautiful as April rains – the sweet aroma that wafts through the bright, subtle flowers – like rare jewels sparkling in the morning light – brought alive by the delightful songs of the birds and the jingle-jangle of wind chimes – a perfect mix only Nature can create.
I am home, yet I feel homesick for a place I have never been. I belong here, yet I miss the thought of belonging somewhere.
I sit at home, and daydream about a strange, distant land; this unidentifiable desire consumes me - for I do not know what I long for, but I know I yearn for a place of reinvention, for limitless possibilities to wipe my slate clean and start anew, for a chance let go of the confining mental constructs - to re-create and re-envision my being in a way I choose.
The floral fragrance wafts through the rustling flowers aligning the central fountain awakening in me an exclusive bond – I long to hold my breath and revel in my daydreams.
I know the limitless existential conditions and well, the world can always use a dreamer.
By: Zayneb Kazim
Nature’s beauty
Nature’s beauty
“Nature’s beauty is truly dazzling”, I wonder, as I wander around nature’s glories in my garden, on a vivid summery morning.
It is awe-inspiring; as beautiful as April rains – the sweet aroma that wafts through the bright, subtle flowers – like rare jewels sparkling in the morning light – brought alive by the delightful songs of the birds and the jingle-jangle of wind chimes – a perfect mix only Nature can create.
I am home, yet I feel homesick for a place I have never been. I belong here, yet I miss the thought of belonging somewhere.
I sit at home, and daydream about a strange, distant land; this unidentifiable desire consumes me - for I do not know what I long for, but I know I yearn for a place of reinvention, for limitless possibilities to wipe my slate clean and start anew, for a chance let go of the confining mental constructs - to re-create and re-envision my being in a way I choose.
The floral fragrance wafts through the rustling flowers aligning the central fountain awakening in me an exclusive bond – I long to hold my breath and revel in my daydreams.
I know the limitless existential conditions and well, the world can always use a dreamer.
By: Zayneb Kazim