Savour the sweet benedictions of nature

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank:
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”
~ Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice 5;1

Nature is an inexhaustible fount of beauty and positivity. Hence man’s irrepressible proclivity to be in close proximity with nature. This natural world of ours, this intricate and magical ecosystem of ours, in spite of our scientific progress and rational understanding, is still a miracle — marvellous, amazing, inscrutable, magical and mysterious. It is essentially and intrinsically good, splendid, rich and magnificent.

Enjoy the showers of nature’s benedictions

You don’t have to walk in space or on water or fly in the sky to experience a miracle. Walk on this green emerald called earth, and realize the wonder and joy of being alive. After you wake up open the window and feel the rush of cool air on your face. See the drops of dew glittering in the morning sun and you realize that life is infinitely marvellous. With this awareness our mind becomes clear and fresh like a calm river.

The nourishing rains, the procession of the seasons, the pearly dew drops, the golden sunrise and sunset, the gentle breeze that softly whispers to the trees, the first bit of moonlight silvering the tree tops, the night sky clad in the beauty of a billion stars — these are nature’s benedictions to delight and enchant the hearts of man. These marvellous phenomena fill us with intense feelings of awe, wonder and reverence.

Nature has an inherent music of its own. The song of the birds, the whisper of leaves, the murmur of streams, the ripple of waters upon a sandy shore, the wail of wind or sea and the music of the heavenly spheres. The most consummate Artist, the Divine Artist, with innumerable colours of all shades, has been spraying His nature canvas with beautiful brilliant splashes of colour. O, Supreme Artist, your canvas belongs to me too — the beauty, the splendour, the opulence of your hills and valleys, your trees, plants, shrub, flowers, and golden wheat fields are mine too. I have seen the glory of your woods and I have locked within the treasure chest of memory the fine touch of your hand on the vast canvas of nature.

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