An Amble Through The Vespers

Walking down the forgotten path through the trees enclosed in the mountains Not a living soul around but the nature's theatre, multihued, the kaleidoscope of life The sun kissed air gliding off the peaks laughing cheerfully as it flew past Me... I felt the nakedness, the complete vindication as every speck of life roused welcoming me into its humble abode I wasn't walking, not now, my feet and the pebbled trail, so tangential in relation.... I divorced myself off the city. The nature's orchestra, resplendent, in full swing exulting in the genesis of life in every moment Moors, now brimming, then overflowing with divine intervention, so blatant in plentitude, Almost obscene! The quixotic dipped in felicity extempore like a newborn, the nature became a raconteur My eyes witnessed the shying beauty, the sinuous brook, the flowers hanging lazily, as if in slumber for centuries together, only to be pampered by the caressing breeze A camaraderie of the genteel and the blithe like handwritten love-letters, consecrated to the acme of life The sky's hand held high in benediction this wandering mass, in the ablution of its spirit a bonhomie of countless souls, interwined, coalesced into One I felt my consanguinity with God, He walked with Me.