- Books, Literature, and Writing
Canvas of the Universe
Ba- Little bird of the soul
The tree leaned over, shedding leaves that danced like fireflies, in the wind. The wind stilled, just for a moment, and it seemed as if, the tree stooped, like a mother saying farewell to her child for the last time. Suddenly the wind blew so defiantly that it made the trees dance, and the birds sing. As the lake, in the distance, rose and fell. The crystal water appeared to become splattered with blue and green. The universe was just beginning to paint this wondrous canvas. The birds played, bobbing and weaving with the current, their play reminiscent of an innocent child. So full of pure joy and sunlight. It seemed as if the sun was playing too, as it hid behind the clouds, daring the birds to come and find it. A bird flew with all it's might, alas, the wind was too strong. This did not discourage the bird, because he was simply enjoying the moment. These birds knew the secret of life; as did the trees, and rocks, and sea, even the sun and the moon. They didn't worry about the future, they don't dwell on the past. They just lived for the moment.