Post by aquarianstar on Feb 5, 2005 13:03:53 GMT -5
Anyone who has read my poem Sunset will know that this day was when I was inspired to write it, and that i incorporated a bit of it here. Enjoy anyways!
It was a glorious morning to be out and about. Wow, it truly was. The air was crisp and cool, and it cleared my head as I breathed it in and out deeply while strolling through the grass. The green blades were covered in early morning dew that caught the sunlight and sparkled, so that the whole field looked as if it was scattered with diamonds. Springtime again, casting the winter months into shadow.
I raised my head to look at the sky and saw a sight that had been foreign to my hungry eyes for the last three months. The sky was ablaze! The fire of the sun had returned once again, and warm-looking pink clouds danced on the embers in celebration. I stood there in child-like awe of such a sight, trying desperately to relate it to something more ordinary, something less Godly. A painter's palette perhaps? A heavenly fusion of pinks, oranges, yellows and golds? No. No painter, no matter how talented or skilled, could possibly create such a masterpiece through mere human means.
I finally brought myself to pull my gaze away and wonder at the new life all around me. I could hear the birds in the trees, yet bare, but soon to be abundant in new green leaves, and weighted down with buds and flowers. The birds chirruped as I walked, singing with joy nature's praises.
On more than one occasion, a tiny rabbit scurried past me, startling me at first, until I became accustomed to, and revelled in, the sight of their white bobtails disappearing into bushes to my back.
That morning, unbeknownst to me at the time, was to stay in my mind forever afterwards. Not a memory, no, something far more signifigant than just a memory. Memories are simple things really, very rarely useful. But there are experiences in a person's life which rise above this, which cannot be classed in the same group. These are things in a person's life which were not made to remember, but to re-live. That morning was one such thing for me.
After that morning I found it difficult, if not impossible to imagine how on earth anyone could hurt any aspect or result of nature, in all it's beauty and spectacular. Nature is something that is to be respected by all, not mistreated, and certainly not taken for granted.
That morning also instilled one final thing in me. A view that I hold to this day and will always hold, past death. That is, that nature and everything associated with it is sheerly... beautiful. There is simply no better word. Therefore if the human being is a result of nature, then each and every one of us is just that. Beautiful. and don't let anyone or anything convince you otherwise.
Copyright Sarah Darcy 2005
It was a glorious morning to be out and about. Wow, it truly was. The air was crisp and cool, and it cleared my head as I breathed it in and out deeply while strolling through the grass. The green blades were covered in early morning dew that caught the sunlight and sparkled, so that the whole field looked as if it was scattered with diamonds. Springtime again, casting the winter months into shadow.
I raised my head to look at the sky and saw a sight that had been foreign to my hungry eyes for the last three months. The sky was ablaze! The fire of the sun had returned once again, and warm-looking pink clouds danced on the embers in celebration. I stood there in child-like awe of such a sight, trying desperately to relate it to something more ordinary, something less Godly. A painter's palette perhaps? A heavenly fusion of pinks, oranges, yellows and golds? No. No painter, no matter how talented or skilled, could possibly create such a masterpiece through mere human means.
I finally brought myself to pull my gaze away and wonder at the new life all around me. I could hear the birds in the trees, yet bare, but soon to be abundant in new green leaves, and weighted down with buds and flowers. The birds chirruped as I walked, singing with joy nature's praises.
On more than one occasion, a tiny rabbit scurried past me, startling me at first, until I became accustomed to, and revelled in, the sight of their white bobtails disappearing into bushes to my back.
That morning, unbeknownst to me at the time, was to stay in my mind forever afterwards. Not a memory, no, something far more signifigant than just a memory. Memories are simple things really, very rarely useful. But there are experiences in a person's life which rise above this, which cannot be classed in the same group. These are things in a person's life which were not made to remember, but to re-live. That morning was one such thing for me.
After that morning I found it difficult, if not impossible to imagine how on earth anyone could hurt any aspect or result of nature, in all it's beauty and spectacular. Nature is something that is to be respected by all, not mistreated, and certainly not taken for granted.
That morning also instilled one final thing in me. A view that I hold to this day and will always hold, past death. That is, that nature and everything associated with it is sheerly... beautiful. There is simply no better word. Therefore if the human being is a result of nature, then each and every one of us is just that. Beautiful. and don't let anyone or anything convince you otherwise.
Copyright Sarah Darcy 2005
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all
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
