As I walk down along the patterned paved path of the garden, I get
a glimpse of a blossoming cerise rose. To fully admire its splendor and
radiance, I pause for a moment of appreciation.
a glimpse of a blossoming cerise rose. To fully admire its splendor and
radiance, I pause for a moment of appreciation.
The few leaves around – with different grades
of green – carefully cushion the rose as if to guard it against any danger. The white sepal beneath the growing
bud – only visible to the fervent eye – exudes a level of innocence which,
usually fades away as the bud flowers into a fully grown rose. The tinge of burgundy in some of
the leaves gently makes way for the lighter green allowing it to exhibit the
freshness of life.
Not too big, not too small – the rose itself
dangles firmly – evidently keen to serve its purpose: convey beauty to this
chaotic world. It unreservedly displays its good looks unaware of the
uncertainties of life that’s around.
dangles firmly – evidently keen to serve its purpose: convey beauty to this
chaotic world. It unreservedly displays its good looks unaware of the
uncertainties of life that’s around.
It is within that minute that I discovered my
appreciation of colour, texture, size and shape, a gift that gives me a level
of perspective.
appreciation of colour, texture, size and shape, a gift that gives me a level
of perspective.
And that’s when I realized that I’m truly
grateful for the sense of sight!
grateful for the sense of sight!
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