Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Lagoon Tales

A crimson coloured maple leaf flew, propelled by rapid winds resting on deep green water. It's journey continued, dancing along with the gentle ripples. The crisp dry leaf, dampened and glittered as the stream lazily meandered. The serene calm was destructed by a solid yellow oar and there was tumult. The sailor flung the tangled leaf out of  his way and it toddled on.

Not too far away, a group of ducks paddled. They plunged at the crimson leaf destroyed it structure  only to discard it as unpalatable. But it's misfortune ended when it was eventually caught by a little boy running by the lagoon, dry patted it and glued it to his scrap book. The journey of a dead leaf as I observed from my bedroom window.


It wasnt too hard for me to draw a parallel to our lives from what I observed. We are aimlessly blown away, struck by hardship and experience good fortune at times. It re instills the feeling of how meek and tiny we are in the grand scheme of things and how our pet peeves and everyday problems are tinier than an atom.
The beautiful lagoon running by my apartment tells a story everyday, as my thoughts amber along with its crests and troughs . It inspires me, teaches me and makes me more peaceful each passing day. Loving it! 
                                            
A peek from my window