Hill Walk

One must take a break to keep one sane. To breathe in and appreciate clean fresh air; to glance at God's creation, so precious and inviting; to alleviate pressure due to mundane lifestyle. I took mine last Thursday and walk the hills with a few friends. Where is nature in this urban area? It's probably the only breathing space I know.

I reached the top, and realised that all things are artificial for nature is the art of God. The sky is slightly patterned by cirrus, gleaming through the timid branches of these trees. each blade of leaves on them has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

The trees seemed excited. Bowing to the roaring storm, waving, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
The one and only strong tree that stood statically with strength and might. Aged shown as its veins twirled around its trunk. Call it wise? I pity it for enduring the pain that we cause. Ants only climb to the top and get their good tidings from here. Life is pulsating within it.

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. However, these durian flowers seemed to be covering the path I stepped across to. Lying there lifelessly, unnoticed by people who stride upon them.

Lets not put insects into oblivion. They may be less likeable from its countenance but still nature invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf to ponder upon one of His creations. All this sum up to a fine work of art. God's art.