the wind blows his hair softly. he can hear the sound of the leaves of the tree being blown by the wind. he throws his sight far to the range of mountains on the other side of the horizon. he could tell that the mountains are miles away by judging from their colours. blue. he looks up. he smiles. he is thankful for the tree on top of the hill which gives him shade in the middle of the noon. he loves nature very much and somehow, he wonders whether the nature values his presence or the other way around. he reaches out his hand and slowly rub his palm against the rough surface of the tree bark. up close, he can see little creatures wandering around on the trunk. ants. the most hardworking creatures ever. he notices the colour of the trunk. dark brown. he looks up again, this time, he is amazed by the wonderful colours of the leaves. green. yellow. dark. bright. and even brown.. the moment he moves his sight back to the range of the mountains, a dead leaf falls slowly. neglecting the gravity. the leaf falls as if it has the power of its own to fly. left and right and slowly towards the centre of the gravity. by the time the leaf almost reaches the ground, he grabs it and looks closely at its structures. ‘the cycle of life.’ He loves colours. He keeps the dead leaf inside his diary. He looks around. Looking for other colours. The colours of nature. He can see the leaves dance gracefully. His hair waves gently. Why? The wind, of course…but what is the colours of the wind? How is he going to adore the colours of the wind if he can’t see the true colours…
he closes his eyes. And feels the wind on his skin. The sound of the leaves. nature. the colours of the wind …
you have to look beyond with your heart in order to see the colours the eyes can’t interpret…
go out and enjoy the colours of nature…you will be amazed!
