Iridiumous

In the tropical section of the Earth, There stays a transient period. Brimful of relief and silence, that thresholds peace to any and all living blood. Then the commitment reverses, and brings a modest scuffle. After a prolonged omnipresent silence, those woody constructions have initiated to fetch-up their cheerful hues. The dark prison has molten its bars into dreary tools. And the skin tearing wind has lost its fury for a relief before the imminent challenge. Landscape gets quite visible, all courageous have awaken for the preparation to face the upcoming struggle for survival. But wait something is missing. Move somewhere, where even the clouds basks in the sun. Feel yourself, feel others, close around, feel environment. How is it?. “…The fresh breeze blows, with an essence of spring warmth and brings a motivation in. The fragrance steeped in nature seems blooming. …” “…The vision is now clear, and these flowers are ...

In the tropical section of the Earth. There stays a period, Brimful of sufferings and pain. That tends to seek, Any and all drop of blood . Then the time has chosen a turn, And brought in a moderate silence, after a prolonged omnipresent violence. And those living greens have initiated, to meet their browny-hopeless-death. The life centric sun hath softened, his spears into sheen. And the bath forcing wind, has lost its fury for a celebration of this temporary victory. Landscape frequently fluctuates. All livings are busy for the preparation to face, the undecorated music of silence. But, wait something is missing. Move some-where, Where pace of life is slow. Feel yourself, feel others, far away , feel environment, How is it?. “…The dry wind blows, with an essence of chill, and brings a short shiver in. The fragrance of nature, seems a little smoky. … ” “…The vision is a bit hazy, though those flowers are illuminating, ...