Bird chirps, laughter and water wave noise
Those were the sounds that filled my environment
Long lasting silence occupying the atmosphere
The horses in my fathers farmhouse would often neigh - disrupting the silence we are all used to ...
You see, when new plants grow beneath old plants
The old plants tilt away from the part of the new plants
The old plant does not try to trample on the new plants nor try to compete with it
Instead it contributes to its growth; we rise by lifting others ...
On my death bed, when my legs and limbs are weak
When my throat is too narrow to swallow bolus of meal
When I struggle to catch breath in my mouth, and the sound of my shallow heart beat fills the room
On that bed that looks like my passage to the grave and draws me closer to my ancestors ...
I tried to picture what the best movie in the world would look like
I said to myself, it needs the best location
Another voice in my head also said the best director has to be in charge
The movie needs to have a very large cast ...
The dog barked at the rat for eating leftovers
But then it turned to the backyard to eat stools
The pig yelled at the dog for eating stools
But then it walked to the farmland to till the ground with its nose in search of food ...
I stumbled upon it without wanting to
I couldn't stop myself from falling for its bewitchment
It brings me crazy ecstasy while I paddle in its enchantment
It make me yearn for more even at saturation point ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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