Posted by Reza Anggriyashati Adara | Posted on Friday, January 16, 2009 | Posted in Reza Anggriyashati
Wind breezes gently from the south, caressing any object, dancing on its steady abstract tempo. Mortals could see nothing but wondering its beauty, imagining its long eternal journey, and counting how many lives that it had touched.
A leaf steadily fell from its tree, following the nature's music which was composed by wind. It has performed its task to give life to the tree and dropped to the ground with dignity of its short but beneficial life.
A tiny ant was running frantically on the concrete, driving by its natural instinct to find either food or nest. It seemed having no fear to step gigantic world with its micro feet. I wished I had little bit its gut to step the world. But I was too coward with my giant body while it was too brave with its micro body.
Concrete was staying still on its stillness, ignored by any living creatures which stepped on it. I wished I knew what it felt, thought, and story that it secretly kept for so long, about lives that had passed above it.
Butterfly wanders alone, leading by its instinct to find another nectar, attracting any creatures with its vigorous beauty, leaving envy feeling to any creatures who was condemned to live their entire life without light beautiful wings that it had. I was one of those creatures who secretly kept that envy feeling, condemning my own incapability to fly.
A leaf steadily fell from its tree, following the nature's music which was composed by wind. It has performed its task to give life to the tree and dropped to the ground with dignity of its short but beneficial life.
A tiny ant was running frantically on the concrete, driving by its natural instinct to find either food or nest. It seemed having no fear to step gigantic world with its micro feet. I wished I had little bit its gut to step the world. But I was too coward with my giant body while it was too brave with its micro body.
Concrete was staying still on its stillness, ignored by any living creatures which stepped on it. I wished I knew what it felt, thought, and story that it secretly kept for so long, about lives that had passed above it.
Butterfly wanders alone, leading by its instinct to find another nectar, attracting any creatures with its vigorous beauty, leaving envy feeling to any creatures who was condemned to live their entire life without light beautiful wings that it had. I was one of those creatures who secretly kept that envy feeling, condemning my own incapability to fly.
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