© Deep Silence

We breath in what the trees breath out, and they breath in what we breath out, forever overwhelmed by the beauty of GOD’s design.
From the soft morning’s hush, to the last gleam of the moon, we rhyme with nature as we wonder in the glorious paintings in the sky, how the gentle rain kisses random places, releasing its addictive Petrichor, how earth is dressed up in every season, and how thunder roars in the horizon. Then, yellowness is all over blackness, displaying the greatness of the almighty and the faultlessness of our own.  
It is wrong to say “getting lost” in the forest, while...