There is a silver lining behind every dark cloud...
To an optimist the virtue of hope is part derivative and part inclusive.. To surrender oneself to the unexplained phenomenon of nature.. To the calmness of a lonely tree thats in line of his vision...to the motionless dark cloud encompassing his fading faith as he moves under it...
At the mercy of the blowimg winds are many wavering and dwindling lives..surrendered in their limitations travelling through their melancholic charades...there is no respite in near sight for the end of this suffering...as the clouds cast darkness dat fail to lift the dying man back to life...
In its tyranny nature casts its spells to all living things alike..even miracles follow terrible times of unrest and unstable mimes...such is the efficacy and frailness of a weakend life...not even a glimpse of the brightness to follow the guiding light
There is no sighn of mercy when nature wraths its fury.,.nothing lasts in permanence and change persists like shifting sands in time...devouring everything in its ravenous path.,subjugating every living emotion to its mighty delusion...
I still hope on against all odds as i gather my inspiration from the lonely tree that stands under the dark shroud of the clouds...i am an optimist whose vision is not laterally bound and limited to his path of vision but beyond
I see the whole picture in my minds eye and ponder... What if the tree had legs and it moved at will..always following the light and moving away from dark shrouds as it walked..wud it still be subjected to the brute n crude forces of nature still..or would it take respite in its struggle for existence infinitely untill death like me...either ways submitting to nature
Endless are the woes of the living in their mutual dependence..for the clouds that cast the dark shadow beseech their obstacles too..they are on their path to self destruct too...only to shower down as essential rains that are needed by all...in its temporary state it passes by the tree and thanks it for creating oxygen that is part of its existence
So while blocking the light the tree pass a momentarily glee on to thie tree before it moves on to its own obstacles for a meeet with its destined end. Beyond the vision of an optimists lateral n beyond vision he perceives an intrinsic working of the elements caught in trafnsition
Though the scene offered little solace at first... the optimist realized the eagerness with which he could relate to the helpless shawdowless tree shroud under the dark clouds..then appeared a silver lining from behind the dark cloud.. Promising hopes of better times to come.
Some time later.. The tree moved on and so did the cloud...the traveller in time had realized the nature of mutual dependence by aligning to the sacred geometry presented by his external vision and through his introspections of his inner thoughts...with a dash of optimism he looks at the darkness now...as he knows there will be light once the darkness lows out
Winds of changes flutter his minds imaginations..an optimistic retrospection in motioners with a sincere devotion.
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