Rays of the soft sun on a frosty day

The sound of pebbles on a stream

wildly meandering across its way

The petrichor which emanates

from parched lands on a rainy day

Igniting many new thoughts

and patterns in the rusty brain

We know so little of the life we

live that we don’t even know

good news amidst the bad

A generation of over-thinkers

Far removed from the truth

Astronomical proportions of our days

go in tossing and turning in anxiety

but the fact is that we suffer more

in our imagination than in the reality

Being unhappy before the crisis

experiencing it all on our handheld devices

result in exaggerating sorrow

compounding it before it occurs

The cuckoo never ‘worries’ about its nest

Fires never think twice before

devouring forests in their course

Rivers don’t start with maps

from their mountain source

Torments can torment you

Before, during, and after

Often the unexpected happens

And the expected happens to pass

Only you and your healing last

Walking barefoot on mossy greens

Looking at freshly bloomed roses

Instead of multiple screens

Sometimes what we dread

Sinks into nothing

And hope mocks us from behind

Till then, calm yourself down

And use nature to unwind.