The crunch of dried leaves, beneath your feet, tells stories of their once-green past.


The falling flowers carpet your path.


The yellowing peepal leaf stands out amidst the brown.


It has my heart.

Nature is art.

Nature is beauty, even in its dying.

Beauty is everywhere. All you have to do is look, and not just see.


2 thoughts on “Splendour

  1. “The crunch of dried leaves…tells stories” – they do, don’t they. each summer-crisp or autumn-bathed sound a theme song for the chapters to come too. tis a good Monday morning to have stumbled here, bantering one 🙂

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