Withered...!!

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Withered!


the lost me, Nature
P.C. The Lost Me

Have you seen something broken yet containing a sense of completeness?

I think these fallen leaves lying on the bosom of Earth exemplify it. Withered, they say, but for me, they are coloured with perfection and aged gracefully. All thanks to experiences and tough times, they have ripened with seasons.

Just for thought. Do these leaves envy the new beginning, or do they shower their seasons' old wisdom to the new fellas? To the ones who have just come out of their cradles and are unaware of their destiny!

I feel, they pour out their heart and the music of their past to the curious little ones. With smiling eyes, they tell the stories of the enchanting spring when they lived in full bloom, their camaraderie with the buds, the flowers, the twigs and with the birds. They proudly show the permanent scars they got in the scorching summer, and how they danced heartfully to the rhythm of the rains.

With a heavy heart, they mention the racing autumn wind, how it undressed the branches, and the grief of losing someone close. They play a lullaby to the young ones narrating their encounter with the chilling winter bites and how they surpassed it.

And finally.. the senile leaves wither away, leaving their footprints in the soil. They will act as a fertile breeding ground for new seeds, new plants, new memories and new experiences.

The old ones are gone and for the tiny ones... Spring is on the way...!!!

© The Lost Me
Puja Bhatt (January 11, 2019)
Bonhomie.. Ambivert.. Opinionated.. MostlySane… LostOtherwise..! #thelostme

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