once i read somewhere
NATURE ALWAYS WEARS THE COLOR OF THE SPIRIT..............
and in all the things of nature there is something of the marvelous . .............................
we tend to ignore what we see everyday ..........for us they have existed always and somehow we tend to ignore its intricacies , its importance and its existence ..............
being an architect one phrase has always been in our mind ...............god lies in details .... and yes it does
hold true ..... from a blossoming bud to the shooting of a new leaf , the color it bears are radiant to lift up your spirits.............
It has such a charisma that when one sees a green field the vibrant vivid colors surrounding it, mind just forgets all other thoughts , one cannot be driven by its sheer beauty where it has its arms wide open , calling upon u ready to flounder you with its love with its arm spread out like a mother
the blossoming of a fresh bud says look i am life.......
NATURE ALWAYS WEARS THE COLOR OF THE SPIRIT..............and in all the things of nature there is something of the marvelous . .............................
we tend to ignore what we see everyday ..........for us they have existed always and somehow we tend to ignore its intricacies , its importance and its existence ..............
being an architect one phrase has always been in our mind ...............god lies in details .... and yes it does
hold true ..... from a blossoming bud to the shooting of a new leaf , the color it bears are radiant to lift up your spirits.............It has such a charisma that when one sees a green field the vibrant vivid colors surrounding it, mind just forgets all other thoughts , one cannot be driven by its sheer beauty where it has its arms wide open , calling upon u ready to flounder you with its love with its arm spread out like a mother
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness! Helen Keller
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks
where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes,
or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness! Helen Keller
the blossoming of a fresh bud says look i am life.......
how i may try to sketch the true colors but the nature palette is so vivid that every time i start looking into details all i wonder is there is so much to see that i am inexplicably floored by it sheer beauty of complexity in its simplicity
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